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 I?m nothing.
[Bm]You, with your vo[A]ice like nails on a cha[G]lkboard
Calling me out when I?m wounded.
[Bm]You, pic[A]kin? on the wea[G]ker man.
[A]Well you can take me down,
[D]With just one si[G]ngle b[A]low.
But y[Bm]ou don?t know, what y[D]ou don?t know,
(CHORUS)
[D]Someday, I[A]?ll be li[G]ving in a big old city,
And a[D]ll you?re e[A]ver gonna be is [G]mean.
[D]Someday, I[A]?ll be b[G]ig enough so you can?t hit me,
And a[D]ll you?re e[A]ver gonna be is m[G]ean.
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 don?t already see them.
[Bm]I walk with [A]my head down,
Trying to bl[G]ock you out cause I?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]?t lead me down that road,
You don?t know, what you don?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]Nobody?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 can?t s[G]ing.
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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