Standard Tuning EADGBe
The whole song revolves around a two beat each progression of Bb and Gm
[Intro]
Bb Gm
Bb Gm
Bb Gm
Bb Gm
[Verse 1]
Bb Gm
Walking up to me expecting, walking up to me
Bb Gm
Expecting words, it happens all the time
Bb Gm
Present company accepted, present company
Bb Gm
Except the worst, it happens every night
Bb Cm Gm Bb Gm
Ah-ahh.......Present company, excluded every time
Bb Cm Gm Bb Gm
Ah-ahh.......Present company, the best that you can find
[Verse 2]
Bb Gm
Talking like a jerk, except you are an actual jerk
Bb Gm
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Bb Gm
Present company expect it, present company
Bb Gm
Just laugh it off, it's better than it seems
Bb Cm Gm Bb Gm
Ah-ahh.......Present company, excluded every way
Bb Cm Gm Bb Gm
Ah-ahh.......Present company, makes me want to stay
[Verse 3]
Bb Gm
Killing it with close inspecting, killing it
Bb Gm
Can only make it worse, it sort of makes it breed
Bb Gm
Present company accepting, presently we all
Bb Gm
Expect the worst, works just like a need
Bb Cm Gm Bb Gm
Ah-ahh.......Present company, excluded in the night
Bb Cm Gm Bb Gm
Ah-ahh.......Present company, makes me wanna fight
Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh..............Ah-ahh............
Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm
Aaaahh..............Ah-ahh............
[Bass drop]
Bb Cm Gm
Bb Cm Gm
Bb Cm Gm
Bb Cm Gm
[Bridge/Outro]
Bb Gm
Don't you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made from make outs
So give it just a little more time
Bb Gm
We've got to bring our results
I wanna play it 'til the time comes
But there's a string of divorces
You go and throw your little hands up
Bb Gm
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others
Bb Gm
So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean
You're throwing marks into pieces
Baby, they're arguments, the pieces
Bb Gm
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
Work a little bit
Bb Gm
Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pile-up with you
Everybody's getting younger
It's the end of an era, it's true
And you go
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Bb Gm
Make me into bigger pieces
It's as though he's home with you
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our dreams come true
And it's a-go, Yeah, it's a-go
And if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best thing to do
Bb Gm
Go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean
You're throwing marks into pieces
Maybe they're arguments, the pieces, Oh!
Bb Gm
We should try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day's a different warning
There's a part of me hoping it's true