Ryan Adams - Too tired to cry

^EGet the son^Esus4gs to work the^Eir ^Esus4own ^EIn the hear^Esus4t I am so t^Eired, are you sure^Esus4? I will ^F#soon become sound And everything will be b^Eetter^Esus4 There's n^F#othing we can do At night you're alr^Eeady not the^Esus4re ^BShimmering memories You're not th^F#ere, come for me here Cause ^BI like it in the city All of ^F#this can't be numbered ^EFinally^Esus4

Please what ^Eare these empty^Esus4 sides [?] On s^Eilver breat^Esus4h Supposed to c^Eome to me runnin^Esus4g And the sk^Ey will be blac^Esus4k I am so ^F#sick of these dreams I am so ti^Ered For every^F#day that I woke up Just another delay before you ^Esay goodbye aga^Esus4in

But ^BI am too t^F#ired to cry But ^BI am too t^F#ired to cry I am too t^Eired to cr^Esus4y Cr^F#ying, I am too t^Eired to ^Esus4cry Cry, ^F#cry, cry I, oh I'm too ti^Ered to c^Esus4ry I ^F#am too t^Eired to cry, ^Esus4uh