Capo 1
[G]Hundred different voices in my [Am7]ear, I stepped outside to smoke a [G]cigarette
Been getting sick of the [Am7]internet
[G]Pressure building, bottle rocket, [Am7]phone keeps buzzing in my pocket
[G]Let it die Then wake up and a[Am7]pologize
With[G]drawals for a [D]day in the back of the [Em7]yard
Writing [D]songs that I don’t pick a[C]part time [G]wasting away like it’s sup[Am7]posed to [D7]do
When [G]pain was a [D]bruise on the side of my [Em7]arm Not a [D]feeling inside of my [C]heart
I’m [G]reaching for something I [Am7]once knew [D7]How much change can I [G]undo
[G]Birthday cards stopped having money And the [Am7]next door neighbors moved cross country
Their [G]flowers died, the new family ain’t [Am7]half as nice
My [G]favorite band was still together And the [Am7]self-produced EP was better
than the [G]label shit I swear that’s what [Am7]ruined it
With[G]drawals for a [D]day in the back of the [Em7]yard
Writing [D]songs that I don’t pick a[C]part time [G]wasting away like it’s sup[Am7]posed to [D7]do
When [G]pain was a [D]bruise on the side of my [Em7]arm Not a [D]feeling inside of my [C]heart
I’m [G]reaching for something I [Am7]once knew [D7]How much change can I [C]undo
I [G]taste it on the tip of my [Am7]tongue Can’t [D7]get the words out of my [C]mouth
[C]Don’t know where it’s coming [G]from [Am7]So familiar some[C]how
[G]Spinning like a record ma[Am7]chine [D7]Waiting for a song that I [C]know
[G]Digging up a memo[Am7]ry [D7]
With[G]drawals for a [D]day in the back of the [Em7]yard
Writing [D]songs that I don’t pick a[C]part time [G]wasting away like it’s sup[Am7]posed to [D7]do
When [G]pain was a [D]bruise on the side of my [Em7]arm Not a [D]feeling inside of my [C]heart
I’m [G]reaching for something I [Am7]once knew [D7]How much change can I [G]undo
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