[Intro]
C G Am F  x2
[Versetto]
        C 
I guess old men on the street 
           G 
Prove that time really does fly 
            Am 
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings 
            F 
Proves that girls love goodbyes 
              C 
And I guess a black dress at a funeral 
           G 
Means that life has one stage 
              Am 
And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean 
F 
Angels love anything
[Ritornello]
                      C 
Cause I’m a messed-up kid 
                G 
With nothing to spare 
       Am 
Turn a saint into a heathen 
        F 
With my hands going through your hair 
                C 
I'm a messed up kid 
           G 
Nothing to show 
         Am 
Except a girl saying she’ll be here 
F 
Everywhere I go 
                C 
I’m a messed-up kid
[Strumentale]
G Am F
[Versetto]
        C 
Well my old man says I’m wild 
       G 
And my momma says I’m reckless 
         Am 
And that color in your eyes 
        F 
reminds me of East Texas
[Ritornello]
                C 
I’m a messed-up kid 
                G 
With nothing to spare 
       Am 
Turn a saint into a heathen 
        F 
With my hands going through your hair 
                C 
I'm a messed up kid
[Strumentale]
G Am F
[Ritornello]
          C 
Messed up kid 
           G 
Nothing to show 
         Am 
Except a girl saying she’ll be here 
F 
Everywhere I go 
                C 
I’m a messed-up kid
[Strumentale]
G Am F
[Ponte]
         C 
All this bullshit that I’ve been through 
            G 
And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to 
     Am 
They take me around and leave me feeling down 
        F 
but you pick me up every time
[Ritornello]
                      C 
Cause I’m a messed-up kid 
                G 
With nothing to spare 
       Am 
Turn a saint into a heathen 
        F 
With my hands going through your hair 
                C 
I'm a Messed up kid 
           G 
Nothing to show 
         Am 
Except a girl saying she’ll be here 
F 
Everywhere I go 
                C 
I’m a messed-up kid 
                G 
With nothing to spare 
       Am 
Turn a saint into a heathen 
        F 
With my hands going through your hair 
          C 
Messed up kid
[Strumentale]
G Am F
[Outro]
        C 
I guess old men on the street 
           G         N.C. 
Prove that time...   really does fly 
            Am 
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings 
          F 
Mean that girls love goodbyes 
                   C 
I’m a messed-up kid.