| C | |
| "I'm | trouble" she said |
| Am | |
| Spread | out on the floor of her father's house |
| Dm | G | |
| Her | promise was almost un | done |
| C | Am | B/F# | |
| Under her tongue, dis | solving her responsi | 224242 bilities |
| Em | Em/D | A9/C# | G | |
| To | finally deny every | xx0000 one with | x4x200 every unflattering com | parison |
| C | G | |
| All grown | up |
| F | C | |
| And you | don't care any | more |
| E7 | F | Dm7 | |
| And you hate all the | people that you | used to ad | ore |
| C | E7 | Fmaj7 | Fm maj7 6 | |
| And | you despise all the | rumours and lies of the | life you led be | 133160 fore |
| Am | |
| Did | I hear you right? |
| B | C/B | |
| You're feeling hounded and | 6x555x pushed around |
| B | |
| You | want to just lay down and die |
| Am | Am/G | D/F# | |
| If | all of this life has | been such a big disap | pointment to you |
| Dm7 | G7 | |
| Why | don't you stop blaming some guy And | go give the next one a try |
| All grown up |
| And you don't care anymore |
| And you hate all the people that you used to adore |
| And you despise all the rumours and lies of the life you led before |
| C | |
| But | look at yourself |
| G | F | C | G | F | C | Dm7 | Gsus | G | |
| You'll | see you're | still so | young | You haven't | earned the | weariness That | sounds so jaded | on your tongue |
| Strophe (wie "im trouble..."): |
| "I'm weak" she says |
| And blesses herself and gets into bed Clutching the covers to her throat |
| "So punish me now and let me go back to the sham of my life" |
| "This night is the perfect antidote for all of the poison that you wrote" |
| ref |
| All grown up |
| And you don't care anymore |
| And you hate all the people that you used to adore |
| And you despise all the rumours and lies of the life you led before |
| But look at yourself |
| You'll see you're still so young You haven't earned the weariness That sounds so jaded on your tongue |