F#       C#m
Have you ever   

B             F#
To the things you used to love?
    C#m 
Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends,
F#            C#m 
It hurts when you discover that
               F#
Nothing's that great,
You had bad taste
C#m 
It's much too late
F#                   C#m
To get back the time you wasted
B 
             F#   
Teenage boys out having fun,
          C#m
Trying to pass for 21
B     F#
I sit back and wonder what it's like
                B      F#
'Cause everyone I know is broken, or broke, or both
C#m                    F# 
And I?m sick of seeing things not turn out right
C#m 
Because
          B 
Nothing's that great,
F# 
You had bad taste
C#m 
It's much too late
C# F#           B
To get back the time you wasted
C# 
F# 
Yeah, yeah, yeah
 
B             Aaug   F#
And the who's who of the fuck you's
that I said
B 
When I was young
  C#                                F#
I thought I had grown, become more mature,
          C#m              F#
But now I am sure that I'm as dumb as I ever was
And I know it's because
                   C#m
Tender hands and a smile
Does not a mother make,
F#                  C#m
The years she spent teaching you
                F#
Common sense is what it takes
          C#m
Nothing's that great,
        F#
You had bad taste
It's much too late
C#m         Abm7 F#
To get back the  time you wasted
            C#m
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F# 
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah