Verse
G D A7 F*
G C
I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away.
G D
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
Em C
You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.
Em D
‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I don’t really give a shit
G C G
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realise sometimes things are great.
G C
I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
G D
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
Em C
Ate a bag of peanuts, before the windy road.
Em D
And I couldn’t drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.
G C G
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.
G D A7 F*
C D
You don’t own me! You don't own me!
G C
I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
G D
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
Em C
I said “pull this shit over and let me out
Em D
I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right now”
G C G
And now I’ve got a brand new start, I realise sometimes things are great.
G
Scream it in apartment halls -
D
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
A7 F*
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
C D
You don’t own me. You don’t own me.
G C
Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
G D
Depression set in ‘cause I was a product of my environment.
Em C
And then the other day, I just got in my car.
Em D
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
G C
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone
G D
and for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
G C
So I’ll be mad for the next ten years...
G D
And after that we’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
G C G
prepare for the next twenty-three years.
G C C* F x4
G C
‘Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
G D
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
G C
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing “blah blah fucking nothing.”
G D
And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
G C
And if I never lived in that van then I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex
Middagh.
G D
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
G C
F*
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.
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