The Paper Kites – Midtown Waitress (Guitar)

F#
Oh Momma, I don't want to sit and listen to

            G#m7
What you're talking about

F#
We're both young and we're going to move to the city

                        G#m7
Yeah, we found a little place up there

F#
We don't need a lecture 'bout things that could go wrong

          G#m7
I'm not a child no more

   Bsus2
So let me be my own

             F#
Let me be my own

F#
So, I got a job as a waitress

                         G#m7
It's not much, but we're getting by

F#
Three months in, we're happy and we're living

                G#m7
Like I told you we could be

F#
Every time I call you, yeah, you're crying

                    G#m7
And I don't want to do you wrong

    Bsus2
But I'm not coming home

             F#
Let me be my own

        Bsus2
Oh, the things we do

                  F#
To make it on our own

F#
People say this town is fast, and if you don't hold on

             Bsus2
It blows you back to where you came from

F#
God is money, love's a game

                             G#m7
And everyone is angry at the president

F#
Protests on the street, people shouting

                      G#m7
And I'll say that I'm angry, too

    Bsus2
But not enough to go

                    F#
I'm trying to be my own

F#
Hey Ma, it's been a while, yeah, I'm just checking in

       G#m7
Seeing how you've been

F#
Nothing's wrong I'm doing fine, no, that's a lie

        G#m7
I'm not doing so well

F#
Lost my job, and Joey found religion

                  G#m7
And he also found another girl

           Bsus2
That's not how it's supposed to go

Bsus2
And I'm missing home

Bsus2
I'm trying to be my own

                        F#
But I guess I just feel a little alone

        Bsus2
Oh, the things we do

                  F#
To make it on our own