Am C G C I grew up in the 90's at least that's what I tried C G Am G looking for ways to be satisfied Am C G C I went to San Diego to try out my luck C G Am G came back 12 months later and again I was stuck F C G C I felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl F C G F I was waiting for something that I could control Am C G C after 2000 no longer a kid C G Am G the world didn't end but something else did Am C G C when my father takes off I'm already 19 C G Am G he wasn't as happy as I thought he seemed F C G C if this is my screenplay I don't like my role F C G F these are the things that you just can't control Am C G C although I feel a lot older I'm just 23 C G Am G if you're looking for answers don't come to me Am C G C instead of a future I've got a guitar C G Am G but dreaming out loud won't get me far F C G C still I feel I'm ready for rock'n roll F C G F there might be something that I can control Am C G C by the time I hit 30 I'll have enough C G Am G of being a twentysomething in love Am C G C my friends will all be married or they will be gone C G Am G me, I'll still be wondering what's going on F C G C if that's what it takes then I'll sell my soul F C G F as long as there's something that I can control Am C G C one day I'll wake up and I'll be 38 C G Am G doing the things I used to hate Am C G C the trick to forget the bigger picture is when C G Am G you look at everything in close-up as often as you can F C G C our revolution is covered in mold F C G F there's only so much you can control Am C G C this is no anthem because anthems are proud C G Am G and pride isn't something that this is about Am C G C I shouldn't care shouldn't care C G Am G but I do and that's sometimes too hard to bear F C G C still walking the same road with my shoes full of holes F C G F just waiting for something that we can control Am C G C if I ever reach 50 or 65 C G Am G too early to tell if I'll still be alive Am C G C we were born in the 80's and now we are here C G Am G my generation's dream will disappear F C G C I'm at a graveyard passing the rows F C G F a silent surrender we'll never get close Am C G C this is my story you swallowed it whole C G Am G about us feeling the need to be in control