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