F# C#m
Have you ever gone back
B F#
To the things you used to love?
F# C#m
Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends,
B F#
It hurts when you discover that
F# C#m
Nothing's that great,
B F#
You had bad taste
F# C#m
It's much too late
B C#m
To get back the time you wasted
Teenage boys out having fun,
Trying to pass for 21
I sit back and wonder what it's like
'Cause everyone I know is broken, or broke, or both
And I'm sick of seeing things not turn out right
Because
Nothing's that great,
You had bad taste
It's much too late
To get back the time you wasted
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B Db
And the who's who of the "fuck yous"
F# B
That I've said, when I was young
B Db
I thought I had grown, become mature,
F# B
Now I am sure that I'm as dumb as I ever was,
Db
And I know this because
Tender hands and a smile
Does not a mother make,
The years she spent teaching you,
Common sense is what it takes
Nothing's that great,
You had bad taste
It's much too late
To get back the time you wasted
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah