I'm So Sorry

About time for (C5)(A5)anyone (G5)(F5)telling you (D5)off for all (C5)your (D5)deeds.

(D5)I No sign the (C5)(A5)roaring (G5)(F5)thunder (D5)stopped in cold (C5)to (D5)read.

(G5)(No (F5)(D5)time.)

I did mine, and (C5)make (A5)no (G5)(F5)excuses:

(D5)waste of precious breath.

(G5)(No (F5)(D5)time.)

The sun shines, when (C5)(A5)ev'ryone, (G5)(F5)ev'ryone love yourself to death.

So you gotta fire (D7)up, you gotta let go.

You'll never be loved 'til you made your own.

You gotta face up;

you gotta get yours.

You'll never know the top 'til you get too low.

(D7)Well, son of a stepfather.

Well, son of a,...

I'm so sorry.

Well, son of a stepfather.

Well, son of a...

And I'm so sorry.

(D5)A No lies, and (C5)no (A5)y (G5)(F5)deceiving ing (D5)man is what (C5)he (D5)loves.

(D5)I keep trying (C5)to (A5)(G5)conceive (F5)that (D5)death is from (C5)(D5)above.

(G5)(No (F5)time.)

(D5)I did mine, and (C5)make (A5)no (G5)(F5)excuses:

(D5)waste of precious breath.

(G5)(No (F5)time.)

(D5)The sun shines, when (C5)(A5)ev'ryone, (G5)(F5)ev'ryone love yourself to death.

So you gotta fire (D7)up, you gotta let go.

You'll never be loved 'til you made your own.

You gotta face up;

you gotta get yours.

You'll never know the top 'til you get too low.

(D7)Well, son of a stepfather.

Well, son of a,...

I'm so sorry.

Well, son of a stepfather.

Well, son of a...

And I'm so sorry.

(Bbmaj7)Life isn't always what (Bb6)you (Cmaj7)think it'd be.

(Bbmaj7)Turn your head for one second,

(Bb6)and the (Cmaj7)tables turn,

yeah.