Tom: C
C
And my shirts don’t fit right anymore
Am
What’s the point of pushing on anymore?
G
I’m always tired
F
or maybe I’m always bored
C Am
I was told that I’d be fine when I got old
G
But now I’m thinking that’s a lie
F
So I down these fries before they get too cold
[Chorus]
C G
And if I can’t feel love
F
in the places I call home
Am G F
Can I feel anything in general?
C
Is it me?
G
Can I get through this?
F
Is there a way to wash it out
Am G F C
or is this stain permanent?
[Verse]
C
I watch my double descend into the Echo with me
Am
He’s got a craft beer in one hand
G
and a pocket full of Molly
F
Everyone’s always a few deep
C
They mash up pop songs I’ve never heard
Am
But I know the melody
G
Now his hands are up in the air
F
like everything’s a possibility
C
Fifteen years on and I still hate this
Am
I bet even he’d call me a friend
G
Because I’m the only one stuck living like this
F
Alone in my own head
C
It feels like ECT
Am
has corrupted my core memory
G
I’ve been here before
F
and I’ll be here when everybody goes
[Interlude]
C G F (x2)
[Chorus]
C G
If I can’t feel love
F
in the places I call home
Am G F
Can I feel anything in general?
C
Is it me?
G
Can I get through this?
F
Is there a way to wash it out
Am G F
or is this stain permanent?
[Outro]
Am F
And I’m only waking up
C G
Because the sun’s too strong
Am
for my cheap blinds
F C
Head for the couch
G
and think someday
Am
there’ll be a sign
F C
Why can’t I act my age
G Am F C G
or find a way to go to work?
Am F C
To pay the rent on this dark space
Am F
Spruce it up and put
C
some paint on the walls
Am F
I'll try to clean
C
at least every other week
Am
Unpack the boxes
G F C
And put away the mess eventually
