D Where crybabies cry In the United States A Bright white on both sides Like a plate Bm Nobody listens Nobody should A It'd be a waste of attention D Not enough money To buy a PC A So I'll come in this weekend Asleep on my feet Bm And if I forget you A I'll have nobody left to forget D I guess that's what assholes get A Traded my day light Bm A For a career Chorus: D A But I need you to disprove Bm A My theory of the crows Pouring my fingers across the keys Will someone review my salary, please I'm selling my time to the man who sells style That time should be mine to waste on you I'll suck off investors, I'll suck off VCs I'm losing my posture from time on my knees They treat me so well cause I'll do anything It's in the nature of service Chorus Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor You send daughters to Los Angeles and New York I need mine to see me when I wake up I need mine to know that I'm what they come to That I'm what they come to That I'm what they come to That I'm what they come to When they come home | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D Bm |