[verse 1] Dm You call me every night Am and tell me that you feel like shit I say "I'm sorry, Dm is there any way I can help with it?" I listen to you scream Am the world is simply your enemy With death and taxes Dm what's the point of tryna be happy [pre-chorus] Dm And I've had bad days bad years Bad boys and bad careers Am But I'm still standing here G I understand you darling but at the end of the day Dm You just won't help yourself Rather give someone else Am a glimpse into your hell G Pour all your problems on 'em Just so you can walk away [chorus] Dm Boy I'm too young Gm7 To be your mother Dm Not smart enough Gm7 To be your therapist either Dm And I'm always here if you needa talk Gm7 But maybe first you should talk a walk Dm 'Cause I'm not gonna make you change Gm7 That's above my pay grade babe