Intro
E A C#m F#m A D E A D F#m E
[Verse 1]
A C#m F#m
You took a little every day until I didn't have shit
C# D A
Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit
E
Just a letter on the fridge
D
That I got from human resources
A C#m
I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much
F#m C#
And that nothing is forever and that nothing should be
D Bm A
Someday it all stops, and I can't sleep now
D E
Because I'm not a real fucking adult
[Chorus 1]
A C#m D A C#m D
But I guess I'll have my life from Seven to Six Fourty-Five
D Bm A
Marie, Marie, Marie, I'm sorry I've been too busy
D E A
For the promise of an unfulfilling life
A C#m F#m A D Bm
[Verse 2]
A C#m
The risks I took were mine to take
F#m D C# A
We couldn't communicate in anything but rote responses and shit eating grins
E
And everything starts dwindling when it's all built on
D
Power trips and pandering, power trips and pandering
A C#m F#m
The letter arrived yesterday, I didn't have a drop to drink
C# D
I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn
Bm A
To my apartment of dirty shit
D E
And a thousand lonely days ahead
[Chorus 2]
A C#m D
But I guess now I'll have my life
A C#m D
With red and blackout of my eyes
D Bm A
Marie, Marie, Marie I'm really stoked you set me free
D E A
From the promise of an unfulfilling life
Bm D A Bm D
Where I can pay my bills and pass out at eleven and not
[Bridge]
Am C# D
Wake up in the morning and start feeling bad
Am C# D
Worst case of the Mondays that I've ever had
Bm D
Though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night
A D
Except for drinks I can't afford
Bm D
B can of Shmidty's, nothing more
A D
I need some more security
Bm D A
Than that provided by choosing between a job you hate
D Bm D
B job you hate and a job that doesn't pay
Bm C#m F#m
I got too caught up with me to behave responsibly
D E
Michael, Nathan and Christine, I've got no rent, Marie, Marie!
[Outro]
A C#m
I was arguing with cops while I had a fake mustache on
F#m C# D
Poorly handling emotions while swimming naked in the ocean
A C#m
Breaking bottles on stranger's floors and leaving without our fucking passports
F#m C# D
Drinking gin and Zicam until 2 BM while playing Rock Band
A C#m
Inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone
F#m C# D
Leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar 'cause they said "put a t-shirt on"
A Bm
Acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between
E D
B job you hate and a job that doesn't pay
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