All Time Low – Sick Little Games

Standard Tuning:

Intro:
D Bm Em A 2x

D Bm
Oh my God, I’m such a terrible mess
Em
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
Em
I bottle up my Hollywood
A
And watch ’em name their kids after cars

Bm A
I’m finding me out
G
I’m having my doubts
G
I’m losing the best of me

Chorus:

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 Bm Em A

D Bm
I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister
Em A
Of somebody famous at least for a day
D Bm
Expensive habits and a taste for the town
Em
Had me chasin down red carpets
A
And watching all my friends slip away

Bm A
They’re finding me out
G
I’m having my doubts
G
I’m losing the best of me
Bm A
Dressed up as myself
G
To live in the shadow
G
Of who I’m supposed to be

Chorus:

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

G
If I play my cards right
Bm
I could make the big time
D A
I could be a reason to stare
G
Caught up in the spot light
Bm
Shaking from the stage fright
A
How did I end up here?

chorus:

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