C#m B A
You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
C#m B A
You, have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I’m nothing
C#m B A
You, with your voice like nails, on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded
C#m B A
You, picking on the weaker man
[Pre-Chorus]
B E A B
Well you can take me down , with just one single blow
A
What you don’t know, what you don’t know
[Chorus]
E B C#m A
Someday I’ll be living in the big ol city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
E B A
Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
N.C E
Why you gotta be so mean?
D slide into E
[Verse 2]
C#m B A
You, with your switching sides, and your wildfire lies and your humiliation
C#m B A
You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them
C#m B A
I walk with my head down, tryin to block you out cause I’ll never impress you
C#m B A
I just want to feel okay again.
[Pre-Chorus]
B E A B
I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold
A A
Well that cycle ends right now, cause you can’t lead me down that road
A
And you don’t know, and you don’t know
[Chorus]
E B C#m A
Someday, I’ll be living in the big ol city, and all you’re ever going to be is mean
E B C#m A
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re ever going to be is mean
N.C E
Why you gotta be so mean
D slide into E
[Chorus]
N.C
Someday I’ll be living in the big ol city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean... YEAAAHH
E B C#m A
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hear me, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
E B C#m A
Why you gotta be so…someday i’ll be living in the big old city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
E B C#m A
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all your ever gonna be is mean
‘ E
Why you gotta be so mean
[Instrumental]
B (1 measure)
A (3 measures)
X2
[Bridge]
B E A B
And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game
B E A B
With that same big loud opinion, and nobody’s listening
B C#m B A
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
B C#m B A
Drunk and rambling about how I can’t sing
N.C E B C#m
But all you are is mean
A E B C#m
All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
A E C#m A
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean
