[Intro]
C G Am F  x2
[Strophe]
        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 
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 
And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean 
F 
Angels love anything
[Refrain]
                      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
 
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
[Instrumentale]
G Am F
[Strophe]
        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
[Refrain]
                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
 
With my hands going through your hair 
                C 
I'm a messed up kid
[Instrumentale]
G Am F
[Refrain]
          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
[Instrumentale]
G Am F
[Pont]
         C 
All this bullshit that I’ve been
 through 
All this bullshit that I’ve been through 
            G 
And all the hardship’s I’ve grown
 akin to 
And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to 
     Am 
They take me around and leave me
 feeling down 
They take me around and leave me feeling down 
        F 
but you pick me up every time
[Refrain]
                      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
 
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
 
With my hands going through your hair 
          C 
Messed up kid
[Instrumentale]
G Am F
[Outro]
        C 
I guess old men on the street 
           G         N.C. 
Prove that time...   really does fly
 
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.