capo 7 palm mute) G I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place. Em Am The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on D So I could stand up straight. G I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place. Em The homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay Am D (hold) Just because you didn't mean it that way. G D G I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place. Am Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around, Em D (hold) Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place. G Am D Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody G Am D G By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands Am D(hold) And Matt says I don't fit in. G All this mallrat goth shit is killing me. Am D Thought that would end with high school at least. G Am But there are still kids and Matt says D(hold) "College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks." (hold all chords) G B Em So they're calling it blasphemy, D Am A fucking catastrophe D(hold) For saying it's a stupid choice to make. G B Em But this place just brings misery. D Am I hate what it does to me. D I fight, but I can't escape the way that G B Em I don't fit in with any of this. G B Em And I don't think we're the same. G I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this. Em Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice. Am D(hold) No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit. G D G All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids Em Getting lots in return for being substance-less. Am You're too caught in semantics to see it, D(hold) But you're no fucking different. G B Em So they're calling it blasphemy, D Am A fucking catastrophe D(hold) For saying it's a stupid choice to make. (hold all chords) G B Em But this place just brings misery. D Am I hate what it does to me. D I fight, but I can't escape the way that G B Em I don't fit in with any of this. G B Em And I don't think we're the same. G Em Am D G (palm mute) I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting. G (strum) Em (palm mute) Em (strum) It's two more months 'til I'm done with this. G D And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends. G D And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van. G D And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends. G D And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van. (hold all chords) G B Em So they're calling it blasphemy, D Am A fucking catastrophe D(hold) For saying it's a stupid choice to make.