Better

Bb - Cm - Gm - Gm
If you are lazy/beginner you can add
 a capo in 3rd and play G as a bar 
chord instead of Bb, and Am - Em
instead of Cm and Gm


[Verse]

Bb
Life still strings me along
Cm
So I never ring the alarm
Gm
I hide away like nobody gets my 
charm,
And you can't steal home from me, if
 you wanna try you can test my arm
Bb
Smoke like a fog machine  Oh and 
it's all I breathe
Cm
Oh it's a go from me  Oh it's all I 
see
Gm
Wine, cheese squares, at the end of 
your rat maze
Mom's got the shopping fetishPop's 
got their man caves
Bb
Some of us drugs, some of us cars, 
some of us blueberry pancakes
Cm
Some of us, well it's alcohol, and 
without that some of our hands shake
Gm
Face all discolored, not supposed to
 be this color
When are we going to discover that 
none of us need all this cover, oh
Bb
We gotta sit back less, we gotta go 
hunt more
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Cm
One of those things we run from, one
 of those things we run for
Gm
Escape, run away, run away cause you
 want more,
But fate's gonna knock up, gonna 
knock up at your front door


[Chorus]

Bb                           
I've been staying up all night 
                Cm
wandering the streets
I don't know what I'm lookin' for
Gm
I've been staying up all night 
wandering the streets
I don't know what I'm lookin' for
Bb                         Cm
I'm just tryna get better, I'm just 
tryna get better
Gm
I'm just tryna get better, I'm just 
tryna get better


[Verse]

Bb
Maybe like Johnny B. Goode, I'm more
 like Donny I'm off in the woods
Cm
Not in the 'burbs, not in the hoods,
 wherever I'm going it's not where I
 should
Gm
I was runnin' and runnin' and 
runnin',now I am diggin' and diggin'
 and diggin'
I will never go catch my own tail, I
 can never get back to beginnin'
Bb
They say born for that and maybe 
built for this, and if you weren't, 
there's a pill for this
Cm
That's kissy faces and hissy fits, I
 keep pushin, I'm Sisyphus
Gm
I'm too broke to be Johnny Cash, too
 poor for a body cast
My insurance isn't all of that, no 
ambulance, we're not calling that
Bb
I tough it out, that's the Irish 
side, rise and grind, no 
five-to-nine
Cm
And I'm feeling cornered like a Five
 and Dine, and they're watching me 
like a private eye
Gm
Can't find the brakes, maybe I'll 
crash, maybe I'll break, maybe I'll 
crack
Maybe I'll float, maybe I won't, 
maybe I'll stay here all night in 
the cold


[Chorus]

Bb                           
I've been staying up all night 
                Cm
wandering the streets
I don't know what I'm lookin' for
Gm
I've been staying up all night 
wandering the streets
I don't know what I'm lookin' for
Bb                         Cm
I'm just tryna get better, I'm just 
tryna get better
Gm
I'm just tryna get better, I'm just 
tryna get better