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