F C (x4)
F C F C
Shut out, pimpled and angry
F C Bb C
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
F C F C
Gave up on trying to make them
F C Bb C
I figured it'd take them too long to look up
Dm A Bb F
And besides, it was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why
Bb F Bb
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
C
I knew what worthless dregs we've always been
F C F C
Lucked out and found my favorite records
F C Bb C
Lying in wait at the Birmingham mall
F C F C
The songs that I heard, the occasional book
F C Bb C
Were the only fun I ever
A Bb C F
Took, and I got on with making myself
F C F C F C Bb C
F C F C F C Bb C
A Bb C
And the trick is just making
C# Cm
Yourself, but when they're parking their cars on your chest
C#
You've still got a view of the summer sky
Cm
To make it hurt twice when your restless body
C#
Caves to its whims
Cm
And suddenly struggles to take flight
F C F C
Three thousand miles north east, I left all my
F C Bb C
Friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads
F C F C
What kind of life you dream of, you're allergic to
F C Bb C
Love, Yes I know, but I must say in my own
Dm A Bb F
Defense, it's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why
Bb F Bb
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
C
I knew the worthless dregs we are
C
The selfless, loving saints we are
C F
The melting, sliding dice we've always been