D
I woke up today
               G
And put all my shit in boxes
       Em                      F#m                    G
It's 8:00 AM, so I'm glad I wasn't out late
D
I woke up today
                   G
Guess it's good I hadn't finished
    Em                    F#m                           G
Unpacking all of this in the first place

D D Bm A
D D Em G
                           D
Suburbs have abandoned me
                                          G
I've had the same best friend since '93
                          Em               F#m
I call, he's not answering, no
                                               G
I can't get comfortable on my own street
                                       D
I'm not fond of south Philly
                     G
Or how my neighbors love ICP
                     Em               F#m
I guess it's better than Bancroft street
                      G
At least the fridge here works and the walls don't leak, at least

D
I'm starting to see

What's left for me

I'm starting to

                        D                   Bm     A          
      D                             Em G
We've moved on again so        I packed my shit and left home
        D                                    Bm           A
It's alright to think I still belong to something
   D
I don't
                     F#m                  G
Guess I can see why you'd think so

G A

D                                                    G
Nothing made me feel further away
Than "Left and Leaving" through a blown car stereo
Em                               F#m                     G
Nothing made me feel closer to home
Than "Ready To Die" through my headphones
D                                                                            G
So we reached the coast, but where do we sleep tonight?
Damned if I know
Em                                  F#m
We'll try to stay at the airport
                                  G
They can't send us home and we've got no place to go

Chorus

G A
      Guess I can see why you'd think so
G A

G
Don't say it's up to me.
A
Don't say it's up to me
Bm
Don't say it's up to me
A
Don't say

G                                                                            A
So the creaks in the floor boards are calling out to me
                                   Bm                                           
                                               A
I'm laying here again with my head on my backpack, wrapped in my hoodie
This is how it is when

Chorus
                 D
I stacked Lonelier Than God
              G
Next to You Get So Alone Sometimes
   Em                               F#m                             G
I know how this must look from the outside
              D
It took almost 13 months
       G
For me to be where I feel fine
       Em                       F#m                 G
I'm not as sad as I'll let myself believe sometimes