Chord Pay Grade by Olivia Rodrigo

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