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          Bm/F#      Em
So they're calling it blasphemy,
  D       Am 
A fucking catastrophe
                  D(hold)
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
G        Bm/F#            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     Bm/F#       Em
I don't fit in with any of this.
    G       Bm/F#           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          Bm/F#      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        Bm/F#            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     Bm/F#       Em
I don't fit in with any of this.
    G       Bm/F#           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          Bm/F#      Em
So they're calling it blasphemy,
  D       Am 
A fucking catastrophe
                  D(hold)
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.