Intro
B--
B-E-B-G#m-F#-G#m-E-- x2
Verse 1:
C
A# freight train to the right
feeling that sting of pride
G
It's fucking with me
it's fucking with you
F Am
All's fair in love and war until
F
you say it isn't but you're wrong
C
Words on the back of flyers
my clothes are in the
G
dryer It means nothing
nothing is changing
F
La familia is dead and gone
Am F
the children grew up and moved on
Chorus:
G Am
Is it too much to ask for the
F
things to work out this time?
I'm only asking for what is
G
mine I wanted everything
Am
I got it and now I'm
F
gonna Throw it away I'll
throw it away (yeah)
Interlude:
B-E-B-G#m-F#-G#m-E-- x2
Verse 2:
C
Time fading and a box of glazed
pulling fly-bys on days
G
When we were young and innocent
F
Elbow-drop Sundays when
Am F
Mark Eaton got beat to shit
C
Laughing at the bands we hate
all the spots we used to skate
G
They're still there but
we've gone our own ways
F
I know it's for the best
Am
but sometimes I wonder
F
Will I ever have friends
like you again?
(Repeat Chorus)
Interlude:
B--F#--E-G#m-E- x2
(Repeat Chorus)
Interlude:
B-C#m-G#m-F x4
Outro:
C
You're gonna drown
Dm
in the mess you make
Am F
Your self-inflicted hate
C
You turn your back on
Dm
the friends you lose
Am
When they don't
F
follow all your rules
C
But people are
Dm
what they wanna be
Am
They're not lemmings
F
to the sea
C
Maybe it's time you
Dm
looked at yourself
Am
And stop blaming life
F B(hold)
on someone else