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The whole song follows the progression
| F# - - - | - - - - | B - - - | Abm - - - |


F#
 You were well dressed. Some kid called you 
B
"fresh to death" and I
Abm
just left 
            F#           
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell, 
  B              Abm
I wanna wanna go home."

         F#
But it's like you never left, yeah your rotten 
B                             Abm
scents is on my rotting breath
F#
and it's scaring everyone to death 
               B         
and off like a flame to the neck.
       Abm
Like a lit cigarette, 
       F#
you're killing me with every breath,
          B                       Abm
And every breath's another regret.
          F#
You're a cigarette.
             B                         Abm
Yeah, you're cancer in a fucking stick.

F#
And I'm sick of being chained down, 
         B                        Abm
of being chained down in this town
     F#                
Like everyone else around, 
            B                      Abm
hands in my pocket, always looking down.
                F#
I'm sick of overpriced books.
            B                      Abm
Sick of the classrooms filled with nothing but dirty looks.
    F#      
I'm sick of hating everything. 
             B                     Abm
I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing.
      F#
But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more
    B                        Abm
Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor.
           F#
Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks
B                             Abm
Sewn on like a fucking badge. Oh, please kill me
F#
Or just promise me that theres something more 
    B                    Abm
And tell me it's waiting out my front door.
  F#
I swear I would start today.
       B                       Abm
Oh, if only I could stop the rain.