All Time Low - Sick Little Games: chords

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 them name their kids after cars

Bm              A
I'm finding me out
               G
I'm having my doubts
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

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

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

Chorus

G
If I play my cards right
Bm
I could make the big time
D                       A/C#
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?
D                A
All part of the same
             Bm
Sick little games
               G
And I need to get away
get away get away get away

Chorus:
We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away
We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games
We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away