F Am
Watch me as I go and separate the ones
That I am made to love and hate
C
And slowly counting down my body weight
F
I'm tired
C E Am
I'm tired
[Ponte]
Am C G F C
And the stars, they look like little mice
Am C G F C
To me, I am my only vice
F C
Sat on a dead man's bench
F C
The sun cools my neck
F E
It covers my skin
Am C
The earth pulls me back
F E Am C
How 'bout that?
[Refrão]
F Am
Watch me as I go and separate the ones
That I am made to love and hate
C
And slowly counting down my body weight
F
I'm tired
F Am
Watch me as I go and separate the ones
That I am made to love and hate
C
And slowly counting down my body weight
F
I'm tired