Tom: B major
Verse 1
Bb
Let's stop and talk on a slow street
Gm
Your guy is cross- eyed and muttering
Eb
Looks at me like "Now who
the fuck is he?"
F
And I tell you, man, I wish that I knew
Bb
Trash- scavenged mattress
and a stuffed bear
Gm
Bedbugs crawling through your
You got that thousand yard stare
F
I get itchy just from talking to you
with the August sun
Eb
freshman year beer run
It's so hard to have fun
F
Bb
But there used to be a way to get through
Gm
Bb
All your amazed days fade
But all of the damned dogs they think
Eb
Cm
Bb
they've got it made
Gm
Bb
And no matter what you say
You know that you are gonna
Eb
F
do it anyway
Eb
Cm
Bb
Eb
Bb
Do it anyway
Knuckle tattoo says "I H8 2 LIVE"
Gm
On another dickhead who assures
me that I'm just too sensitive
Eb
You can't tell everybody
to fuck off forever
F
Bb
F
Then be mortified when they finally do
Bb
You had a textbook breakthrough
on a shaky plane
She's so embarrassed by her dad's
F
And nobody ever gets to feel cool
Bb
These days I'm only saying
Cm
something if I'm swaying
Gm
That's the only time it doesn't
feel like I'm explaining
Eb
So if you see me and I seem too
entertaining
I'm just talking to you
Bb
But you don't want a funeral
unless everybody comes
Gm
And you don't want to kiss
until you're adequately numb
Eb
And you don't want to speak,
not even just to say goodbye
F
Because you don't want to share how
you're in shadows all the time
Bb
And you don't want to think about
the people that you knew
Gm
They're a tug on your sleeve,
they're an embarrassment to you
Eb
Just some bones in the sun,
just a decomposing rind
F
Just a sitcom that aired before
you were even alive
Bb
Your friends are full- length mirrors
that you pulled out of the garbage
Gm
Or ange juice soaked cotton balls to convince
you you're not starving
Eb
You need somebody to fuck,
someone to call when you get down
Gm
F
Bb
And some people to make wonder
F
why they even stick around
Bb
Now you don't want to drink,
you say it feels just the same as water
Gm
And you don't actually even like me, I just
subconsciously remind you of your father
Eb
His flannel shirts that smelled like
cigarettes and rain
F
And a whole catalog of things
that you wish never had to change
Bb
But it's never been quite like
it was when you were a kid
Gm
Puffy eyes, play fights, bug bites, Jif peanut butter,
Eb
F
Bb
Cin namon Toast Crunch, strawberry allergy, beestings
All of the people are asleep
Gm
Bb
But tomorrow the punks
Eb
and the cops will both have to eat
Gm
Bb
people say
Eb
You know that you've got to do it anyway
Do it anyway.
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AcordesBb Gm Eb F Cm
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