Em       Bm7      A7     A#m7
E|--0---| --2--   --0--   --0--
B|--0---| --3--   --2--   --2--
G|--0---| --2--   --0--   --0--
D|--2---| --4--   --2--   --2--
A|--2---| --2--   --0--   --1--
E|--0---| -----   -----   -----

Em
A sad story, might find it boring
Bm7
 Lost his Mum to a drug named heroin
A7
 Father's gone, so Grandma's left with everything
 A#m7
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin

Em
 I never really knew him when he was growing up
Bm7
  But I assumed that it was a little fucked;
A7                            A#m7
No parents for him to look up too

Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck

Em
 Later on, second school and
Bm7
 You will probably call us friends
              A7
 But a more appropriate word is a social acquaintance
A#m7                                        Em
Cause if I'm honest, I never really gave a shit

                           Bm7
 I used to think he was a dick
                   A7
 Tried too hard to fit
                   A#m7
And never grow out of it

:
              Em
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
              Bm7
He's probably given up, given up
              A7
 I think he's had enough, had enough
              A#m7
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Em
 Never left his home town
 That's what probably did it
Bm7
Never saw the other worlds
 That he didn't want to go and get it
A7
 Occupied by fitting in where minds
        A#m7
A small west, small things
 Make the small things feel so tall

Em
 Will he ever change?
 Well apparently
       Bm7
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
      A7
It wouldn't help his case
      A#m7
 Oh, I couldn't ever say