D             A
I don't have much, kid
        F#m     E              D
You can have anything I can spare
                 A
I know what a crutch is
          F#m        E              D
I've been standing on mine here for years
                 A
And I had some good friends
        F#m         E             D
Who got lost in the powder and flames
             A              F#m         A             D
Now I make a point in conversation to mention their names
              A
I could be an asshole
        F#m          E             D
But you don't know a thing about me
                A                       F#m             A  D
Been freaking myself out since I had my head stomped in 2016

[Verse 2]
            A
Afraid of a lot here
         F#m        E           D
Cover it up with sarcasm and sighs
               A                        F#m             E           D
Thinking 'bout death for ten years as I sat and watched my cousin die
                   A
I cooked him his last meal
       F#m         A             D
That's just what a good friend does
                    A
Sometimes I hear in his good ole voice
     F#m         A               D
"Play me some Conway Twitty, cous"
           F#m             A         D
And that's everything that I ever was