C
I guess old men on the street
           G
Prove that time really does fly
            Am
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings
            F
Proves that girls love goodbyes
              C
And I guess a black dress at a funeral
           G
Means that life has one stage
              Am
And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean
F
Angels love anything

[Chorus]
                      C
Cause I’m a messed-up kid
                G
With nothing to spare
       Am
Turn a saint into a heathen
        F
With my hands going through your hair
                C
I'm a messed up kid
           G
Nothing to show
         Am
Except a girl saying she’ll be here
F
Everywhere I go
                C
I’m a messed-up kid

G Am F

[Verse 2]
        C
Well my old man says I’m wild
       G
And my momma says I’m reckless
         Am
And that color in your eyes
        F
reminds me of East Texas

[Chorus]
                C
I’m a messed-up kid
                G
With nothing to spare
       Am
Turn a saint into a heathen
        F
With my hands going through your hair
                C
I'm a messed up kid

G Am F

          C
Messed up kid
           G
Nothing to show
         Am
Except a girl saying she’ll be here
F
Everywhere I go
                C
I’m a messed-up kid

G Am F

[Bridge]
         C
All this bullshit that I’ve been through
            G
And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to
     Am
They take me around and leave me feeling down
        F
but you pick me up every time

[Chorus]
                      C
Cause I’m a messed-up kid
                G
With nothing to spare
       Am
Turn a saint into a heathen
        F
With my hands going through your hair
                C
I'm a Messed up kid
           G
Nothing to show
         Am
Except a girl saying she’ll be here
F
Everywhere I go
                C
I’m a messed-up kid
                G
With nothing to spare
       Am
Turn a saint into a heathen
        F
With my hands going through your hair
          C
Messed up kid

G Am F

[Outro]
        C
I guess old men on the street
           G         N.C.
Prove that time...   really does fly
            Am
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings
          F
Mean that girls love goodbyes
                   C
I’m a messed-up kid.