[Intro]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F Dm
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
G Gsus4
So I could stand up straight.
[Verse]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
F Dm
This homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay
Dm G
Just because you didn't mean it that way.
C F
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.
F
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
Dm G F
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
C Dm F
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
C Dm F C
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
Dm Am G A5
And Matt says I don't fit in.
C Dm F
All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.
C Dm F
Thought that would end with high school at least.
C Dm
But there are still kids and Matt says
Am
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."
[Chorus]
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C G/B Am
But this place just brings misery.
G Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am C F G
I don't fit in with any of this.
Am C F
And I don't think we're the same.
[Break]
F F G
x2
F F F
[Verse]
C
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.
F
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
Dm G
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.
C
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
F
Getting lots in return for being substanceless.
Dm
You're too caught in semantics to see it,
G F
But you're no fucking different.
[Chorus]
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
C G/B Am
But this place just brings misery.
G Dm
I hate what it does to me.
F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
Am G
I don't fit in with any of this.
Am C F
And I don't think we're the same.
[Solo]
Am C F G x3
Am C F
[Outro]
C F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.
C F
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.
C F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
C F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
C G/B Am G Dm
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
F C G/B Am G Dm F
And I don't. I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
C
And I don't know
C G/B Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,
G Dm
A fucking catastrophe
F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.