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