Mean Taylor Swift
Capo 3
[Bm]You, with your words li[A]ke knives
And sw[G]ords and weapons that you use against me,
[Bm]You, have kn[A]ocked me off my [G]feet again,
Got me feeling like Iâ??m nothing.
[Bm]You, with your vo[A]ice like nails on a cha[G]lkboard
Calling me out when Iâ??m wounded.
[Bm]You, pic[A]kinâ?? on the w[G]eaker man.
[A]Well you can take me down,
[D]With just one si[G]ngle b[A]low.
But y[Bm]ou donâ??t know, what[D] you donâ??t know,
(CHORUS)
[D]Someday, I[A]â??ll be [G]living in a big old city,
And a[D]ll youâ??re[A] ever gonna be i[G]s mean.
[D]Someday, I[A]â??ll be[G] big enough so you canâ??t hit me,
And a[D]ll youâ??re[A] ever gonna be is[G] mean.
Why you gotta be so m[D]ean?
(Verse 2)
[Bm]You, with your swi[A]tching sides,
And your w[G]alk by lies and your humiliation
[Bm]You, have p[A]ointed out my fl[G]aws again,
As if I donâ??t already see them.
[Bm]I walk with [A]my head down,
Trying to bl[G]ock you out cause Iâ??ll never impress you
[Bm]I just w[A]anna feel o[G]kay again.
[A]I bet you got pushed around,
[D]Somebody m[G]ade you cold,
[A]But the cycle ends right now,
You can[G]â??t lead me down that road,
You donâ??t know, what you donâ??t know
(Repeat Chorus)
[G]
And I can s[A]ee you years from now in a bar,
[D]Talking over a fo[G]otball game,
[A]With that same big loud opinion but,
[D]Nobodyâ??s listening,[G]
[A]Washed up and ranting about the s[Bm]ame old b[A]itter th[G]ings,
[A]Drunk and grumbling on about how [Bm]I canâ??t[G] sing.
But all you are i[D]s mean,[A] [Bm]
[G]All you are is [D]mean.
And a l[A]iar, and pat[Bm]hetic, and al[G]one in life,
And m[D]ean, and m[C]ean, and m[Bm]ean, and m[G]ean
(repeat chorus a couple times) end on D
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