Misc Musicals – The Black Suits - Social Worker (Guitar)

       E            C#m
It was early in the fall

           E         C#m
And for no reason at all

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I went to see the social worker

E               C#m
No big thing I swear

      F#                D#m
I was bored and she was there

                  A
I thought I don’t care

                         E C#m
I’ll see the social worker

                     A
And she was all like why you here

              G#
And I was all I don’t know

                   D
She said you wanna talk a while?

    A                 E C#m E C#m
And I said I guess so

  E             C#m
I usually don’t remember

        E           C#m
But the 18th of September

        E
Was the first time

         C#m          E C#m
With the social worker

  E               C#m
I went ‘cuz I was feeling-

          E
Well, no, feeling’s

        C#m
Not the right word

      F#              D#m
No, I went ‘cuz I was crying-

          F#
Well, not crying

          D#m
More like choking

          G#                Fm
More like shaking, trapped, еxploding

        B
And not knowing what was going on

     F#              D#m          F# D#m
So I went to see the social worker

F#                       D#m                F# D#m
It was thе first time it happened at school

F#                   D#m                  F# D#m
It happened during career development class

F#
I raised my hand and asked for a hall pass

G#                Fm
And I was kind of embarrassed about it

G#
I didn’t want anybody to see

         G#m          B
What was happening to me

         G#m          B
What was happening to me

       G#m          B
What’s happening to me?

        A          E
I don’t know, so I go to

D#             Cm     D# Cm
See the social worker

                G#
And she asks me has this ever happened before?

          A#
And I say maybe once

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Maybe more

               Cm                      G#
It’s just that sometimes I think about something

                  Cm            G#
That I can’t stop thinking about

                 Cm                 G#
And it starts to make me, well, not make me

          Dm             A#
Starts to pull me, sorta take me

           Dm           A#
I start to care too much I think, it’s like

  Dm                G
I care so much it’s scares me, frightens me

   Dm                      G
My head starts hurting, my chest it tightens

  Dm                   G
I try to stop thinking about it, thinking about

  Dm                  G
I can’t stop thinking about it, thinking about

    F
And I feel scared and I feel small

    A#
And way too big, no air at all

    C
And reaching out, locked up, inside

    A#
And looking for a place to hide

    F
And pressure point and scream and hush

    A#
And tense and chill and buzz and rush

    C
And bad and help and I can’t see

                    Dm G Dm G
And maybe you could help?

                Dm G Dm G Dm G
Maybe you could help me?

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And then she’s all: breathe, smile

        G
And I’m better

       F   Dm F Dm
For a while

        F               Dm
I mean, it’s just like, whatever

         F               Dm
It was a one shot deal I never

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Really go to the social worker

                 F                Dm
Like, maybe if I see her I’ll say hey

                 F            Dm
And she’ll be all have a good day

           G                Em
And if the morning’s moving slow

            G          Em
Just to say hi I might go

          A
And maybe talk for a bit

           C
But that’s it

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I mean I don’t really go to the social worker

               G                Em    G Em
I don’t really know the social worker

      G                       Em     G
Yeah, I don’t know the social worker