A Mess To Be Made

xThe Format - A Mess to Be Made

Tabbed By: Paul Zizza ([email protected])

Chords Used:

G - 320033
D - xx0232
Cadd9 - x32033
Em - 022000
A - 002220


Fill 1:

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Fill 2:

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Fill 3:

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Intro:

G	D	Cadd9	D
G	D	Cadd9	Fill 1


Verse 1:
G	     D		  Cadd9		D				
	In a dream that I can't seem to shake she is, 
G		D	  Cadd9           Fill 1
	She is standing alone
G		D	    Cadd9	D	
	By the fence I see tears in her eyes 
G			D		Cadd9	Fill 2
	Why she cries I just don't know

Chorus:
Em		A	   D		G
	What a mess that I make of my days
Em		   A		  D	      G
	And theres you you're, a mess to be made
	  D	      G	
	A mess to be made
	  A (Fill 3)
	A dream starts to fade...

Verse 2:
G		   D	     Cadd9	  D
	So you're leavin for months at a time
G		  D            Cadd9	
	I, I help you out the door
G	           D		Cadd9	     D
	Once your gone I just stare out the window
G			   D		    Cadd9     Fill 2
	Please, would you please come back home

Chorus:
Em		A	    D		G
	What a mess that I make of my days
	D	  G	A
	Tryin to save myself, save myself
Em		      A       	    D		G
	Then there's you you're, a mess to be made
	D	  G		   A
	A canvas only paint could change

Bridge:
D			   G		    D			
	And a voice on the other end of the phone says
			      G			
	Why don't you write a song about it
			D			G			D	Fill 2
	Well here it goes, I was raised on something that you'll never know
D				  G				
	I'd hate this place if it weren't for the waves
		D			  G
	If it weren't for the fact that we love it
		   D			 G					
	Where they measure a man on the money he spends
		D		Fill 2
	Well my love, it's not a bank statement

Chorus:
Em		A	    D          G
	What a mess that I make of my days
	D	   G   A
	Tryin to save myself, save myself
Em		     A		  D	     G
	Then theres you you're, a mess to be made
	   D	      G
	A mess to be made
	   D	      G
	A mess to be made
	   A			D
	A dream starts to fade away...