It may not be 100%, but it is awfully close, and 1,000,000 times better than the other 
version on here!
For any edits, please contact me at rkgear[at]yahoo.com
(of course replace the [at] with @)

C
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F                                Dm
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
G                   F
So I could stand up straight.

C
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F
This homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay
Dm                      G
Just because you didn't mean it that way.


C
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.
F
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
Dm                                     G                   F
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.

C                 Dm              F
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
   C          Dm         G                 C
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
         Dm   G            F
And Matt says I don't fit in.

C        Dm      F            G
All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.
C        Dm      F            G
Thought that would end with high school at least.
C                            Dm
But there are still kids and Matt says
F(hold)
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."



C          C/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe
                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C          C/B      Am
But this place just brings misery.
  G       Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
  C     F       Am
I don't fit in with any of this.
    C       F           Am
And I don't think we're the same.

C
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.
F
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
Dm                        G(hold)
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.


C
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
F
Getting lots in return for being substanceless.
Dm
You're too caught in semantics to see it,
G
But you're no fucking different.

C          C/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe
                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C          C/B      Am
But this place just brings misery.
  G       Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am                              G
I don't fit in with any of this.
    Am       C           F
And I don't think we're the same.


C                                      F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.
C                                      F
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.
            C                           F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
            C                       F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
            C                           F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
            C                       F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.


C          C/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe
                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.


And that is pretty much it, Love you all!