intro:  E  C#m  E  C#

E     B       C#m            E     B   C#m
  I'm not the one you dream about
E        B       C#m               E     B          C#
 And I'm not the one who you can't live without    { live without }
E    B       C#m          E    B   C#
 I'm not the one who you wanna see
E    B       C#m          E   B     C#m         B A
 I'm not the one who you want to be seen with

Ab               C#m       A      Ab
 And when you're tired of all the jerks
           C#m      A       Ab
And you're tired of all the work
           C#m     A      E
And you're tired of being hurt
          Ab          A             B   E     C# ...
You will long for the comfort of my golfshirt

I'm not the one who was an old time punkrocker
I was listening to rush and trying to feather
my hair back when all that stuff went down

I'm not the one who's in a highschoolhardcoreband
I sat in my room scoring with miss Pacman

And when you're tired of all the jerks
And you're tired of all the work
And you're tired of being hurt
You will long for the comfort of my golfshirt...........yeah

solo

E        B                C#m          A                E
No tats, no piercings, no hats, and no grungebeard baby yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah