Tom: Am
G
This started simple
Like it always does
With not much to lose
I thought I had control
That I could always walk away
If things turned bad
C
We were thick as thieves
'til I became the one
G
Who always went too far
And I couldn't hear you
C
Now here I stand
G
A pick in callused hands
C
As the sun beats down
G
Across my back
C
But in the end I'm lost
E
And I'll drag you down
G
Yeah, that's my cost
C G
And I'm glad you were my friend
C G
Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend
C G
Though I may never see you again
C G
And I'm glad you were my friend
C G
Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend
C G
Though I may never see you again
C G
But I'm glad you were my friend
