E                              G#m
Club lights, we fight every night 
                            E   
Baby, I don't wanna do that 
                                  G#m
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite 
                                  E
She like "how the fuck you do that?"
                          G#m 
I can't be there all the time
                             E    
But you know I gotta prove that 
                          F#
I can't leave here anytime soon 
                          E/G#
I got somethin' to do, yeah
                         G#m
Walk away as the door slams
                             E/G#    
You got blood on your poor hands
 
I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell
F#7                         E
Walk away as the door slams