Mean

[C]You with your [G]words like knives and

[Dm]swords and weapons that you [F]use against me.

[C]You, have [G]knocked me off my [Dm]feet,

again, got me [F]feeling like nothing

[C]You, with your [G]voice like nails on a

[Dm]chalkboard calling me [F]out, when i’m wounded [C]you

[G]picking on the weaker [F]man

[G]Well you can take me [Dm]down, with just one [F]single [G]blow

But [F]you don’t know, what you don’t know

[C]Someday, [G]I’ll be, [Dm]living in a big ol [F]city

and [C]all your [G]ever gonna be is [F]mean.

[C]Someday, [G]I’ll be, [Dm]big enough so you can’t [F]hit me

and [C]all your [Dm]ever gonna be is [F]mean, [F]why ya gotta be so, [C]mean?

[C]You, with your [G]switching sides and your

[Dm]wildfire lies and your [F]humiliation

[C]you, are [G]pointing out my [Dm]flaws again as

if i [F]don’t already see them.

[C]I walk with [G]my head down, trying to [Dm]block

you out cause i [F]never impress you.

I [C]just [G]wanna feel [Dm]ok, [F]again.

[G]I bet you got pushed around,

[Dm]somebody [F]made you cold. [G]Well, the cycle ends right now

and you [F]can’t lead me down that road, but you don’t know, what

[F]you don’t know.

[C]Someday, [G]I’ll be, [Dm]living in a big ol [F]city

and [C]all your [G]ever gonna be is [F]mean.

[C]Someday, [G]I’ll be, [Dm]big enough so you can’t [F]hit me

and [C]all your [Dm]ever gonna be is [F]mean, [F]why ya gotta be so, [C]mean?

And i can [G]see you years from now in a [Dm]bar,

talking over a [F]football game.

[G]With that same big lound opinion but

[Dm]nobody’s [F]listening. [G]Washed up and

ranting bout the [Dm]same old [F]bitter [G]things,

[G]drunk and grumbling on about [Dm]how i [F]can’t [G]sing.

But all you are [C]is, [G][Dm][F]mean.

All you are is [C]mean, and a [G]liar, and

[Dm]pathetic, and [F]alone in life and [C]mean

and [G]mean, and [Dm]mean, and [F]mean