What My Angels Think Of Me

Intro G F C G F C [Verso 1] G C We never talked about the stars that much G C You always said you don't believe in that stuff G C And so I kept my visions to myself G Love is a dog from Hell F C Still, I believe God means well [Refrão] Am D But I can't tell Mama that I got dressed up G C To not look dressed up, to call you up Am D Oh aw aw aw, all my friends think that I'm in bed at home G Yeah, I'm in bed C But I'm not at home Am D Oh aw aw aw, I hide it all so easily-y Am D G Tonight, I wonder what my Angels think of me Instrumental G F C G F C [Verso 2] G C No one down here on Earth gets to know G C 'Cause I put my phone on airplane mode G C I might pretend that I was sick all weekend G C Like I did last week and they're all suspicious [Refrão] Am D But I can't tell Mama that I got dressed up G C To not look dressed up, to call you up Am D Oh aw aw aw, all my friends think that I'm in bed at home G Yeah, I'm in bed C But I'm not at home Am D Oh aw aw aw, I hide it all so easily-y Am D G Tonight, I wonder what my Angels think of me Instrumental Dm Am F G Mm mm mm Dm Am F C Am G G C Running out of excuses G We're a bad idea, I knew it F C In a bed of my own making G I ain't been listening lately F C Running out of excuses G F C We're a bad idea, I knew it G F C Ooh ooh ooh, running out of excuses G We're a bad idea, I knew it C Heaven knows I keep making G All the same mistakes, I hate it F C I'm running out of excuses G F C G C G C We're a bad idea, Iiiii knew iiiiiiiiiiiit Outro G C Oh oh oh, I'm running out of excuses G C Running out of excuses G F C Running out of excuses G F C G C G C G C We're a bad idea, Iiii I knew iiiiiiiit G F C We're a bad idea, I knew it