roll up this ad to continue
Intro
C Am F G
C Am F G
Verse: 1
C Am
I think I'll buy a gun and blame it on my hometown
F G
It's so cold in the D
C Am
She asked me if I think I'll ever see her again
F G
I say, 'Hopefully'
Refrain
F G C Am
And maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
verse 2
C Am
My heroes all died young, they hung themselves with fame
F G
And these lunatics, molded me
C Am
I got a tattoo, it's a joke I keep a secret
F G
I need everyone to notice me
Refrain
F G C Am
But maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C Am
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
Am G F C F G C
I think I'll die young with all my broken dreams
Am G F C F G C
I've got it figured out, this is the golden key
F G C
Everything is how it's supposed to be
F G C
Everything is how it's supposed to be
verse 3
C Am
We messed it all up, now the world is getting warmer
F G
L.A. will be out at open sea
C Am
Meanwhile, I'm falling down, my heart is getting colder
F G
I hurt everyone close to me
Refrain
F G C Am
But maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C Am
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
F G C
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be. HEY
Am G F C F G C
I think I'll die young with all my broken dreams
Am G F C F G C
I've got it figured out, this is the golden key
Am G F C F G C
The day my daddy died, I was down the street
Am G F C F G C
I lost my only friend; people don't grow on trees
F G Am
But maybe that's the way it's supposed to be
F G Am
Yeah, I think that's the way it's supposed to be
F G Am
Yeah, everything is how it's supposed to be
F G C
See, I think that's the way it's supposed to be (Ahh)
Bridge
Am G F C
Woah-woah
F G C
Woah-woah
Am G F C
Woah-woah
Refrain
F G Am
See, I think that's the way it's supposed to be
F G Am
Yeah, I think that's the way it's supposed to be
F G Am
Everything is how it's supposed to be
F G Am
I think this is how it's supposed to be
Outro
Well, here we are. This is Sunday morning, October 2, 1988, and this is Versagio and Lira.
Versagio who I talked to last night wanted to see Michael, so there he is.
Let's see if we can get him
??Michael, look up here! Where you goin', Michael?
Yeah, okay. Anyway, he is a real good kid.
Written by Mike Posner