Come On, Guys taby ukulele według Worst Party Ever

(No chords)
Love how you 
D                F#m
Disappear, if I need you
       D
You're sleeping, I get that
     F#m                  D
I want you to know that I try

F#m, D, F#m

          D               F#m
To figure out, where I'm going
                 D
And where I'm sleeping 
               F#m
And how much emotion is showing
     D             F#m                         D            F#m
And one can only imagine the things that you think of
                     D     F#m         D            F#m
I want to see the country, without goodbyes
              D              F#m
But I can't afford that 
            A
So fuck my life
     A
And all these guessing games
          A
And they all just feel the same 
          D
And I'm sorry
  A                          D
When did I leave the seventh grade?
A
You feel sick, I'm tired 
                          D
I don't even know what to say
    A                               D
My words can't make my problems go away

A, D, A, D

    D                    F#m
You say I lose things
  D             F#m
That I can't find
                  D       F#m
There's no more covers
         D          F#m
Left to hide in
             D                                         F#m
You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try
   D                                                F#m
Everyone's stuck, living their skewed up version of life
 D        
And now I have a job
                            F#m
And Bobby's living in Tallahassee
   D
I wish I had tried more

I wish I had tried more
  F#m
I wish I had tried more
     A
And all these guessing games

And they all just feel the same
          D       A
And I'm sorry
                               D
When did I stop thinking this way?
A                     
I feel sick, I'm tired
                           D
I don't even know what to say
A                                             D
Your words can't make my problems go away
     A
And all these guessing games
                                           D        A
And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry
                             D         A
When do I stop feeling this way?
                                                       D
I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say
    A                               D        A
My words can't make my problems go away

D, A