All Time Low is an American pop punk band formed in Baltimore, Maryland, United States in 2003. When Alex Gaskarth (lead vocals, rhythm guitar, keyboards) was in middle school, he was moved from private school to public school, where he met Jack Barakat (lead guitar, backing vocals), and put the band together; later recruiting Rian Dawson (drums, percussion), and Zack Merrick (bass guitar, backing vocals). The band's name came from a line in the New Found Glory song Head On Collision.
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Verse 1: EbFm I admit I miss seeing C# your face babe (Seeing your face baby) Eb And being alone is starting Fm to take its toll C# I’m cold and it’s getting old (Getting old) Eb I admit (I admit) Fm I should’ve made C# some changes (Changes) Eb We were so smothered Fm in love we didn’t C# Have a chance to come up for air (No fair)
Refrain 1: Eb What a waste Fm Where did the time go? C# Where did our minds go? I don’t know Eb What’s this place? Fm Where did our home go? C# We won’t know I don’t know
Chorus 1: EbFm Too much of anything C# is too much EbFm Too much love can C# be too much Eb We had too much Fm time Too much us C# So we fought like tomorrow was promised EbFm (too much, too much, too much C# (too much, too much, too much)
Verse 2: EbFm I admit I’m still C# watching the days go by (watching the days go by) Eb And sleeping alone is Fm starting to break me down C# It’s cold but I should’ve known (Should have know) Eb I admit (I admit) FmC# I made a few mistakes babe (Mistakes baby) Eb We were so caught up in love Fm We didn’t have a chance C# to come up for air (No fair)
Refrain 2: Eb What a waste Fm Where did the time go? C# Where did our minds go? I don’t know Eb What’s this place? Fm Where did our home go? C# We'll never know I'll never know
Chorus 2: EbFm Too much of anything C# is too much EbFm Too much love can C# be too much Fm We had too much Eb time Too much us G# So we fought like C# tomorrow was promised EbFm (too much, too much, too much C# (too much, too much, too much) EbFm (too much, too much, too much C# (too much, too much, too much)
Bridge: Fm I need to find a reason to feel C/E Like everything was Eb meant to be let go Take it slow BbmCmEbC/E Cause I can’t be on my own