[Verse 1]
D
Desolate
F#m E
Isolated in a crowd of friends
D
Innocent
F#m E
So well again until the night ends
And now she's
D
going, going, gone
E
Left with her facade
F#m C#m
Got her heels halfway on
D
When she goes back to where she's from
E F#m
She's barely holding on
C#m
But she's dancing on tables
[Chorus]
D E
Oh god, Bailey
F#m
You think you're funny but you're not
C#m
When the look is all you got
D E
Oh god, Bailey
F#m
You spend your Daddy's credit card
C#m
Then complain that money's hard
D
And your pictures compensate for the
E
lack for your fun
F#m C#m
And you wonder why you're alone
D E
Oh god, Bailey
Bm
You think you're funny but
C#m
you're not
F#m E
When the look is all you got
E D
Bailey
[Verse 2]
D
Formulaic
F#m E
My calendar is just a book of poems
D
So how are we playing?
F#m
Are we running like kids?
E
Are we over it?
[Pre-Chorus]
D
And now she's going, going, gone
E
Left with her facade
F#m C#m
Got her heels halfway on
D
When she goes back to where she's from
E F#m
She's barely holding on
C#m
But she's dancing on tables
[Chorus]
D E
Oh god, Bailey
F#m
You think you're funny but you're not
C#m
When the look is all you got
D E
Oh god, Bailey
F#m
You spend your Daddy's credit card
C#m
Then complain that money's hard
D
And your pictures compensate for the
E
lack for your fun
F#m
And you wonder why you're alone
C#m
D E
Oh god, Bailey
Bm
You think you're funny but
C#m
you're not
F#m E
When the look is all you got
E D
Bailey
[Bridge]
A D
Thought we had it figured out
A
Such a treacherous chase of a
D
boy
A
But Bailey, would you slow
D
down?
F#m E D
I can't lie
A D
Bailey, nothing's figured out
A D
Tracing the steps to your porch
And I can't
A
Can't slow down now
D
Can't slow down now
F#m E D
But I can try
[Chorus]
D E
Oh god, Bailey
F#m
You think you're funny but you're not
C#m
When the look is all you got
D E
Oh god, Bailey
F#m
You spend your Daddy's credit card
C#m
Then complain that money's hard
D
And your pictures compensate for the
E
lack for your fun
F#m
And you wonder why you're alone
C#m
D E
Oh god, Bailey
Bm
You think you're funny but
C#m
you're not
F#m E
When the look is all you got
E D
