D A
I don't have much, kid
F#m E D
You can have anything I can spare
A
I know what a crutch is
F#m E D
I've been standing on mine here for years
A
And I had some good friends
F#m E D
Who got lost in the powder and flames
A F#m A D
Now I make a point in conversation to mention their names
A
I could be an asshole
F#m E D
But you don't know a thing about me
A F#m A D
Been freaking myself out since I had my head stomped in 2016
[Verse 2]
A
Afraid of a lot here
F#m E D
Cover it up with sarcasm and sighs
A F#m E D
Thinking 'bout death for ten years as I sat and watched my cousin die
A
I cooked him his last meal
F#m A D
That's just what a good friend does
A
Sometimes I hear in his good ole voice
F#m A D
"Play me some Conway Twitty, cous"
F#m A D
And that's everything that I ever was
