Written by Jeff Rosenstock
Performed by Bomb the Music Industry
Transcribed by Adam Greenberg adamcgreenberg[at]hotmail[dot]com

I figured out the chords so I could do an acoustic version of the song. They are 100%
if you play along. I use open chords for whatever I can, I think it sounds best that way.
are pulled off the bomb the music industry website. This website isn't keeping the 
I put in, so you'll have to figure out the timing.

Have fun with it, make it original.

D           A	       G
Brown paper bags metal cans.
D     A	  	    Em
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
D                F#
We can't see the stars tonight
	 G		   Em
‘cause apartments generate ambient light
	A		 F#m	     G
And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.


D	    A		  G
Hours later we're getting there
D	A	     Em
Meters away from the shore
   D          F#
My forty of Corona is just
G		Em
drops away from being kicked
    A		      G		     D
And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.


D		    G			    Bm
When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
		   Em			   D
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
		     G
and you came home at six in the morning
      Bm			    Em
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
D		    A	       G
I thought that we'd never grow up.
D		    A	       D
I thought that we'd never grow up.

D	   A		   G
Now all my friends rise at eight.
D	   A		Em
They go to sleep before midnight.
    D		 F#
And I just wanna drink 'til three
G		    Em
Embarrassing myself publicly.
    A		      Bb
And you all used to be just like me
    Bm		       c
You fuckers used to be just like me.

D		       G
So now I sit and stew alone.
		   Bm
Everyone's already sleeping.
		   Em
Everybody's moved away
			    D
and can pay their bills on time.
			G				 Bm
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
			Em
God I hate this fucking place.
			    D
God I hate what happened to me.
		  A	       G
You promised we'd stay best of friends.
       D		   A	      G
But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up.


p.m.
E5		 A5
And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
     D			     B5
that I don’t know what I can do.
  E5    E5      E5	  E5
I can’t breathe correctly and
  C#5   C#5      C#5      C#5
I can’t sleep or anything and
  D              F#	  G		   Gm
I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything.


D	  A        G
Now every night is miserable.
D	       A	Em
So sad I can't even get drunk.
   D		     F#
So let's go out just one last time.
      G            Em
Let's finish off a box of wine.
   A		  Bb
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Bm	      c		    D
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?

			  G
I'll make you party at my funeral
   		       Bm
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
		   Em
I'll rent a ferris wheel and
				   D
cotton candy machine and have open bar
				G
with all the Pabst that you can drink
			 Bm
the PA blasting my Clash records.
				Em
You'll finally know that life's okay
		     D
Even when bad things happen.


D    A     G


D		 A		 G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D		 A		 G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
   D		 F#
So just one more beer.
      G
Go to work.
	 Em
Pay your bills.
      D
Eat a dick.
	 A		 D
One more beer, THEN grow up.