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