Olivia Rodrigo - Pay Grade

[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