INTROAF#/B
Verse 1AWaiting up, your face is red
I'm dC#mrunk again and home at way past F#/Aten
"YAour numbers on the wall" you said
That tC#mhey meant something different in my F#mheadPre-ChorusADnd I would shout 'cause I believed
That F#7you were way too hard on me
F#mYou would never give permission
DI was sitting in the kitchen, cArying
F#mPapa, you would have been different
But yDou were doing more than nine-to-fAive.G#/EF#m
ChorusYou get older and it hBmits ya
Seventeen, I was bEitch to ya
But now I see the bigger F#mpicture (Picture, picture)Verse 2APacked a bag late one night
C#mWalked out tall with water in my F#meyes (Uh-uh)
ACalled a cab and took a ride
C#mCame back smaller, swallowing my F#mpride (Uh-uh)Pre-ChorusDAnd I would shout 'cause I believed
That F#7you were a missing part of me
F#mYou would never give permission
DI was sitting in the kitchen, Acrying
F#mPapa, you would have been different
But yDou were doing more than nine-to-fAive.G#/EF#m
ChorusYou get older and it Bmhits ya
Seventeen, I was bEitch to ya
But now I see the bigger F#mpicture (Picture, picture)BridgeDI thought life was made for F#mme
DA hundred things I couldn't F#msee
.DThought I was coolF#7 and you were mean
But F#mI was sEo naDivePre-Chorus'Cause F#myou would never give permission
DI was sitting in the kitchen, Acrying
F#mPapa, would have been so different
YDou were doing more than nine-to-fAive
F#mYou would never give permission
DI was sitting in the kitchen, cArying
F#mPapa, you would have been different
But Dyou were doing more than nine-to-fAive.G#/EF#m
ChorusYou get older and it hBmits ya
Seventeen, I was bEitch to ya
But now I see the bigger pAicture
