C
And my shirts don’t fit right anymore
                            Am
What’s the point of pushing on anymore?
G
I’m always tired
          F
or maybe I’m always bored
       C                                Am
I was told that I’d be fine when I got old
                               G
But now I’m thinking that’s a lie
                                   F
So I down these fries before they get too cold

[Chorus]

       C                 G
And if I can’t feel love
        F
in the places I call home
Am          G           F
Can I feel anything in general?
       C
Is it me?
                        G
Can I get through this?
            F
Is there a way to wash it out
            Am          G    F     C
or is this stain permanent?

[Verse]

                     C
I watch my double descend into the Echo with me
            Am
He’s got a craft beer in one hand
       G
and a pocket full of Molly
            F
Everyone’s always a few deep
              C
They mash up pop songs I’ve never heard
                Am
But I know the melody
                             G
Now his hands are up in the air
                     F
like everything’s a possibility
               C
Fifteen years on and I still hate this
            Am
I bet even he’d call me a friend
                 G
Because I’m the only one stuck living like this
F
Alone in my own head
    C
It feels like ECT
       Am
has corrupted my core memory
           G
I’ve been here before
                       F
and I’ll be here when everybody goes

[Interlude]

C G F (x2)

[Chorus]

   C                 G
If I can’t feel love
        F
in the places I call home
Am          G           F
Can I feel anything in general?
       C
Is it me?
                        G
Can I get through this?
            F
Is there a way to wash it out
            Am          G    F
or is this stain permanent?

[Outro]

Am            F
And I’m only waking up
C                       G
Because the sun’s too strong
        Am
for my cheap blinds
      F            C
Head for the couch
               G
and think someday
               Am
there’ll be a sign
             F         C
Why can’t I act my age
           G            Am    F   C   G
or find a way to go to work?
    Am      F            C
To pay the rent on this dark space
Am        F
Spruce it up and put
      C
some paint on the walls
Am            F
I'll try to clean
          C
at least every other week
            Am
Unpack the boxes
     G            F              C
And put away the mess eventually