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