A5 F#5 C#5 D5 I'm tired of waiting around But i don't wanna leave A second verse will come but not that easily These habits break they never go away I'm sure I'll spend the day just fixing things But I'm broke and I don't mean literally I always choke so don't wait around for me If I'm a mess then I guess it's just a stress Cause I'm always staying up and I never second guess I guess -> E-f#-g# (octaves) A5 D5 F#5 E5 So I'd rather sit in my front yard And I'd rather be close than far And I'd rather just sit on the curb And just look at the stars A5 F#5 C#5 D5 I close my eyes and ears when everyone talks I guess we only live and hear about our shitty jobs And each day we get more content with just living this way I guess maybe we forget We used to dream and now it doesn't seem the same I think I'll run away and jump off a bridge And I'll swim until I can be free Of everyone who keeps talking to me E5 D5 And I'll play this guitar until my fingers bleed And I'll sing until no one listens to me And even then as you pretend you're happy I'll be dancing on the graves of all your could-have-been's A5 F#5 D5 E5 We might fail We might sink We might die But I think That's the point So so what If we try it's good enough We get scared So we stay We're so comfortable in the saddest way What's the point It's missing So lets cut the bullshit and get to living