Junkies In Love

     Bb                        Cm                         Bb
When they first met, they were skipping class and smoking cigarettes
     Cm
(Cigarettes, ooh-ooh)
     Bb                             Cm                               Bb
They joked a lot, he sold some pot, before they shot up dope or even smoked a rock
         Cm
Smoked a rock, ooh-ooh
        Dm                      Cm
Now she walks a bit behind him, itchin', twitchin', whinin', cryin'
              Gm    Eb            Bb
Crackheads in love, crackheads in love

[Chorus]

Eb   Bb                          Eb   Bb
         They were junkies in love
Eb   Bb                               Gm   Bb
         Just some crackheads in lo-ove
Eb   Bb                           Eb   Bb
         They were druggies in love
Eb   Bb                               Gm   Bb
         Just some crackheads in lo-ove

[Verse 2]
   Bb
Started selling other things
              Cm
From coke, to meth, and then their mother's rings
    Bb                            Cm
His brother's always covering, He says that they're recovering
       Bb                         Cm
Outside the bar again, breaking into cars again
          Bb                           Cm
You don't know how hard it's been, arguing with garbage cans
Bb                               Cm                              Bb
  Everywhere she tags along, the bag of bones just drag along, until they're barely hanging on
Cm
(Hanging on)
       Dm                          Cm
Now he walks a bit ahead while she asks for change and cigarettes
Cm            Gm    Eb            Bb
Crackheads in love, crackheads in love

[Chorus]

Eb   Bb                          Eb   Bb
         They were junkies in love
Eb   Bb                               Gm   Bb
         Just some crackheads in lo-ove
Eb   Bb                           Eb   Bb
         They were druggies in love
Eb   Bb                               Gm   Bb
         Just some crackheads in lo-ove

[Verse 3]

        Eb          Bb            Eb         Bb
She was gonna be an actor, he was gonna be a rapper
Eb           Bb         Gm       Bb
Happily ever after
       Eb           Bb           Eb             Bb
He was gonna be a rock star, she wanted to sing opera
Eb             Bb                 Gm            C
Shouting their proposals from the back of a cop car

[Outro]

    Dm
But who am I to judge?
     F
I've tried all kinds of stuff
             Cm                     G
These sunken tired eyes have cried enough

    Dm
But who am I to judge?
     F
I've tried all kinds of stuff
             Cm                     G
These sunken tired eyes have cried enough

Dm
Dreams sure were purty Now
F
your clothes, they are all dirty
Cm
Someone should have got involved, but
G
no one did, no not at all

Dm
Dreams sure were purty Now
F
your clothes, they are all dirty
Cm
Someone should have got involved, but
G
no one did, no not at all