Mean chords

_ Bm _ _ _ _ C#m You, B with your words like A knives and swords and weapons that you use C#m against me.
You, F# have B knocked me A off my feet again, got me feeling like a C#m nothing.
You, B with your voice like A nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm C#m wounded.
You, B.
picking on the A weaker man, _ _ B _ you can take me E down with A just one B single blow _ .
A But you don't know, but you don't E know.
B Someday, I'll C#m be living in a A big old city.
E And all B you're ever gonna A be is mean.
_ _ E _ B Someday, I'll C#m be big enough so A you can't hit E me.
And all you're B ever gonna A be is mean.
Why you gotta E be so mean.
_ D _ E _ _ _ C#m You, B with your switching A sides and your wildfire lies and your C#m humiliation.
You, B have pointed A out my flaws again as if I don't already C#m see them.
I B walk with my head A down, tryna block you out cause I'll never C#m impress you.
I, B just wanna A feel okay again.
B I bet you got pushed E around, A somebody made B you call.
But the cycle ends right A now cause you can't lead me down that road.
And you don't know, but E you don't know.
B Someday, C#m I'll be living in A a big old city.
E And all B you're ever gonna A be is mean _ .
_ E _ B Someday, C#m I'll be big enough A so you can't hit E me.
And all B you're ever gonna A be is mean.
Why you gotta E be so mean.
_ _ D _ E _ _ .
_ A _ _ _ E _ _ A _ _ .
B I can't see you ears from now in E a bar.
Talking A over a football B game.
With that same big loud E opinion but A Nobody's B listening.
Washed up and ranting C#m about the same B.
old A bitter things.
_ B Drunk and boned but all C#m B I A can't sing.
E But all you are is B mean.
C#m All _ A _ E you are is mean.
B And a liar, and C#m pathetic, A and alone in E life.
And mean, B and mean, C#m and mean, A and mean.
E.
But someday, F#m I'll be living in a big old N city.
And all you're ever gonna A be is mean.
Yeah, E _ .
B someday, C#m I'll be big enough A so you can't hit E me.
And all B you're ever gonna A be is mean.
Why you gotta E be so mean.
Someday, B A I'll be living in a big old city.
E And all B you're ever A gonna be is mean.
_ E _ .
Someday, B I'll be A big enough so you can't hit E me.
And all B you're ever gonna A be is mean.
Why you gotta E be so mean _ _ _ _ _ _ .