Sabrina Carpenter

Nobody's Son

Sabrina Carpenter

Written by Amy Allen / John Ryan / Sabrina Carpenter
Cavaco chords Beginner level
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D     Em          G 
Hi, I hope you're great 
A            D       Em     G 
I think it's time we took a break 
   A     D     Em      G 
So I can grow emotionally 
       A                D Em G A 
That's what he said to me 


D          Em               G              A 
Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling 
D                 Em               G 
All my friends in love and I'm the one 
              A 
They call for a third-wheeling 
D                  Em 
Probably should've guessed he's like 
    G                 A 
The rest, so fine and so deceiving 
D                Em          G                A 
There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in 


D       Em        G 
Me? No, yeah, I'm good 
     A            D 
Just thought that he 
Em      G        A              D 
Eventually would cave and reach out 
    Em    G          A                D 
But no siree, he discovered self-control 
                             Em      A 
(He discovered it this week) This week (oh-ah) 


D          Em               G              A 
Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling 
D                 Em               G 
All my friends in love and I'm the one 
              A 
They call for a third-wheeling 
D                  Em 
Probably should've guessed he's like 
    G                 A 
The rest, so fine and so deceiving 
D                Em          G                A 
There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in 

(Believe in, oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh-woah) 


D           Em 
That boy is corrupt (ah) 
G               A 
Could you raise him to love me, maybe? 
D                 Em 
He sure fucked me up (ah-ah) 
     G                 A 
And, yes, I'm talkin' 'bout your baby 
D           Em 
That boy is corrupt (ah) 
G        A 
Get PTSD on the daily 
D                 Em 
He sure fucked me up 
     G                 A 
And, yes, I'm talkin' 'bout your baby 



D          Em               G              A 
Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling 
D                 Em               G 
All my friends in love and I'm the one 
              A 
They call for a third-wheeling 
D                  Em 
Probably should've guessed he's like 
    G                 A 
The rest, so fine and so deceiving 
D                Em          G                A 
There's nobody's son, not anyone left for me to believe in

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