C Am F
Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines
G F C F C
hey hey, it's my birthday
C Am F
it's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night
G F C F C
hey hey, it's my birthday
Am C
dead end friends that make your stomach shake
F G
while your hissing head barrels down that blakened lane
Dm Am F C
alone at last to figure how you got this way
Am F C
alone at last to figure how you got this way
C Am F
charcoal clouds spot and spray, they kill the sun
G F C F C
hey hey, hear its back break
C Am
so I can never tell night from day
F
or right from wrong,
G F C F C
hey hey, you're my headache
Am F C
your silver tongue it masks your hungry hate
Am G F C
while your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage
Am C F G
you still can change, you have to know, you still can change
Am F C
I know, I know, but now I wanna be this way
F G C Am
this was a choice, this was never a mistake
F G C
this was never a mistake
F G C Am F G
Yeah, this was never a mis-tak-e,
C Am F G
Ooh oh ooh whoa oh (x3)