G (dead strum)

Kaitlyn’s in her bedroom, she’s watching movies and packing up for UCLA.
I’m just glad I got to be waking up next to you, you’ll make a rich man really happy someday.

Cause I’ve got weird values, and radical thoughts about breakthrough, if I told you it’d just scare you,
so I gotta act like I'm caught up in the same undertow.
Cause I could buy off your stress, and make bank off nonsense,
well there’s days I wish i really could sink that low.
Over the phone its hard to tell you all the sht I’ve been through,
just know our petty lives won’t break while they’re bending.
And my manic patterns show that I’ll probably end up all alone,
thinking I could make a happy drone but I was stupid young with dreams too far to fall
on, add it to my problems, and punch the dry wall.

Oh its all getting so ridiculous.

She said “its weird, i feel like I dont know you anymore.
You haven’t been home in six months, your barely calling.
Maybe it’s a strange phase, maybe it’s commitment you don’t have, the same reasons your at community college.”
Oh I haven’t been this scary since february last year.

There were rainbows in the offshore winds and playgrounds in the waves.
We said “why do we deserve this?” passing a joint down pch.
And O my brain is like a soggy piece of bread, and my jaded pair of lungs they think we’re dying of old age.
I counted all our blessings like train robbers after the steal.
G F(once) (dead strum)
And oh it only left us guessing how long can we milk this deal?

(whistiling)

So take a long last bite of your desert, soon we’ll be sliding down the backside of the bell curve.
And all our greatest energies, all our adventures will blur into nostalgic stories.
Oh its been this scary since febru-ary last year.

Tuning:

Standard

Chords:

– G: 320033
– B7: X21202
– C: X320010
– D: XX0323
– D/B: XX4323

Strum pattern:

DDUUDU

[D/B]

Now as our poor young lungs deflate, I’ll admit I’ve gotten older

[D/B]
Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate

The feeling that we’re lost will always fade, I present no explanation

[D/B]
Can’t expect our tired patience to satiate for long

And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want

Disciples of the flow we can float anywhere

If ever there’s a drought I’ve listed the puddles

[D/B]
Proven to better coax the divine out from within

Bum, bum, bum, buh duh duh, dum,

[D/B]
Buh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh, duh, dum

Remember there’s more road, and places to go

And patterns to contemplate, more people to fornicate

[D/B]
And remember there’s a lot of good omens supplying the proof that our life is the best joke ever told

Remember its a joke, and leave it alone.

Let go and try to be always abiding

[D/B]
Remember if there’s one good reason for dying, the sweet silver lining, through you she lives on

And therein lies a coast we can see through the fog

An island in our thoughts can be heaven on Earth

[D/B]
I swear to God if I haven’t wandered all over then I haven’t done something that’s worth telling at all

Bum, bum, bum, buh duh duh, dum,

[D/B]
Buh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh, duh, dum

D (hold) C (hold)
After the hell that you’ve been through, what could I even say?

Our Auntie Earth will take us in

She awaits our battered shells

[D/B]
I’ll try to lay as close as I can to you, but while we’re breathing I should tell you

From the depths of the void I will

Love you for your growing crows feet

[D/B]
And fully adore the contradictions that we live, as all I can give

Bum, bum, bum, buh duh duh, dum,

Buh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh, duh, dum

G (hold)

Buh, dum

And I drove all the way home listening to the Gaslight Anthem.
And thinking how I can’t stop letting people down, I’m surely not as cool as I was back in school.
I’m on the 101 falling asleep, I got the letters that you wrote for me.
Now here I am under golden arches, car in park, teary eyed, Mcgriddle in hand.

G C Em D x2
My mind’s a slow device, I like to picture life somewhat like a Rockwell painting,
but great expectations just blister the paint.
And I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovely, I just wanna burn this apartment.
And I just wanna float through my life merely dreaming at any given mention of the government.

G C Em D x2
So I drive, heavy eyed, repeating “tramps like us were born to run”, but I’ve got no one to run with.
And I’m cold, so I’ve been told that I should greet the sun and get sht done.
I think I’d rather just sleep in.

Cause we’re all just twenty five words in the obituary section.
And everyday is just the passing of time, I think they call this depression.
I’m not lonely, just kinda overwhelmed again.
Cause I’m living proof you can still sing the blues in 2011.

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Long as it’s raining, you might as well stay.
Sit on the carpet, sippin on chamomile, tell me your day.
I know it’s hard but, at least try to explain
You woke up feeling older, disenchanted with the music you play
Catastrophically older, numb to the magic of holidays.

Well I’ll tell you I woke up euphoric, barely retaining the Unified Theory of Basically Everything
Wandered all day, with no one to tell
I’m afraid if I sleep that I might not remember it.
It’ll send me back over the falls
But what with the heart break and healing I can’t say it’s anyone’s fault

Oh well I know you’re tired, and losing your faith
One last quest to find love, prove to us all its still worth the wait
Sit by bodies of water, and confide in the rain
I used to be scared, begging for answers or truths I could hold
But trust me, it’s moments like this that remind me there’s no need to know.

Capo on 2
Intro: | E | Eadd9 E | C#m | A Amaj7 A Amaj7 | x2
Caterpillars in the cracks of my head
fked up but functioning fine
I’m still unsure if your dead
Still tell your jokes like they’re mine.

Intro

Here in the Void, we’re scrping meaning from our made up meta-
beliefs like band-aids off the post-ironic blues we battle.
Well, the funeral proved that I still can’t cry.
The closest I get is little puddles in my eyes.
And the eerie eulogy was the very best part it went, ‘oh well whatever’.

Intro, but on the second time just play C#m until the next verse

So now I’ve started a cult, to validate faith.
I write my own prayers now to my own set of saints.
It keeps your feet in the curl, and at the very least,
grace makes your stay in this world much more comfortable.
Here me now, Saint Dana, you’ve a lot of explaining to do.
Without dreams right in front of your face it seems you feel a lot more real than I do.

Intro