Sick Little Games by All Time Low D Bm Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess G I'm turned on by the tabloids A You would never have guessed D That I'm a sucker for their gossip Bm Man, I take it too far G I bottle up my Hollywood A And watch 'em name their kids after cars G I'm finding me out A I'm having my doubts Bm G I'm losing the best of me D A We're all part of the same Bm Sick little games G And I need to get away, get away D A I'm wasting my days Bm I throw them away G D A Bm G Losing it all on these sick little games D Bm I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister G A Of somebody famous at least for a day D Bm Expensive habits and a taste for the town G Had me chasin down red carpets A And watching all my friends slip away G They're finding me out A I'm having my doubts Bm G I'm losing the best of me G Dressed up as myself A To live in the shadow Bm G Of who I'm supposed to be D A We're all part of the same Bm Sick little games G And I need to get away, get away D A I'm wasting my days Bm I throw them away G Losing it all on these sick little games Bm If I play my cards right G I could make the big time Bm A I could be a reason to stare Bm Caught up in the spot light G Shaking from the stage fright Bm A How did I end up here? D A All part of the same Bm Sick little games G And I need to get away, get away, get away, get away D A We're all part of the same Bm Sick little games G And I need to get away, get away D A I'm wasting my days Bm I throw them away G Losing it all on these sick little games D A All part of the same Bm Sick little games G And I need to get away, get away, get away, get away www.TAB6.com