Good Guy

F G Am C

[Chorus]
      F                                 G
Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
 Am
They'll call me guilty
    F                             G
You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
Am              Em
Even though you know the real me
F                         G
You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever
      Am                        Em
And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out
              F                   G    Am
But I let you say that you're the good guy
       F                     G      Am  Em
'Cause this ain't what love looks like
             F             G
You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever
Am
I ain't in my feelings, I'm out
              F                     G      Am Em
But I let you say that you're the good guy
     F                  G         Am
They like, "You're the good guy."
Am                     F                     G
They like, they like, they like, "You're the good guy."

[Verse 1]
        F                G
Here we go again from heroes to villains
Am                C                     F
Used to be your Romeo but we both were jilted
             G                  Am
A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with
Am                             F
But still it gave me hope that we'll get
G                              Am
Through it together, a severed earlobe
                    Em                   F
Mailed to you in an E-N-V-elope would be dope
                  G
But what kind of lengths can you go?
       Am
Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho
F                     G
To be a housewife who outright lies
           Am
She's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my drive
       F                        G
I ran outside, why's she tryna act out?
                    Am
She's just about my size, hit me in the mouth twice
                   F
Guys, when someone you'd die for
          G                         Am
Sticks a steak knife in your heart, do you try more?
        C                                   F
Another late night in, she stumbles through my door
            G                          Am
Lets the daylight in and all we do's fight more
Am                                           F
And I ain't violent, but she's goin' through my drawers
              G                     Am
To plant the K-Y in; I'm gettin' accused by a whore
                 Em                          F
Who smells like St. Ides and who's probably screwed five more
          G
Guys, sucked eight/nine men
           Am
I'm takin' two-by-fours to our eight-by-tens
           F                     G
Bitch it's you I tore out the frame, I win
           Am                      C
Put up a new high score, beat this game I'm in
                F                    G
And here's some two-ply for when you date my friends
         Am
In order to wipe your ass when you moved your bowels
         F                         G
When we renewed our vows, this the thanks I get?
             Am
I'm waitin' for the day I can
C                                          F
Hear you say, "Marshall, what a skank I've been
              G                         Am
And there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him."
                                      F
Got your tubes tied for him, got that boob job for him
         G                   Am
Hurts me to my core, but the pain I'm in
           C                    F
After you, I swore to make the gray skies end
               G                        Am
Here come the rays, like when you get a pay hike and
                                F
Am I the good guy or do I just play like him
              G
And hope that he dumps you?
             Am                      C
It's like a dream come true, just to scream "Fuck you!"
          F                             G
Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then
                 Am
'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snake eyes in
 Am
Since—

[Chorus]
      F                                 G
Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
 Am
They'll call me guilty
    F                             G
You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
Am              Em
Even though you know the real me
F                         G
You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever
      Am                        Em
And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out
              F                   G    Am
But I let you say that you're the good guy
       F                     G       Am  Em
'Cause this ain't what love looks like
             F             G
You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever
Am
I ain't in my feelings, I'm out
              F                     G      Am Em
But I let you say that you're the good guy
     F                  G         Am
They like, "You're the good guy."
Am                     F                     G
They like, they like, they like, "You're the good guy."