G
Oliver Paul twenty years old
Am
Thick head of hair worries he's going bald
G
Wakes up at quarter past nine
Am
Fair evades his way down the 9 tram line
G
Breakfast on the run again he's well aware
Am G Am G Am
He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere
G
Feeling sick at the sight of his computer
Am
He dodges his way through the Swanston commuters
G
Rips off his tie hands it to a homeless man
Am G
Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams
I'm not going to work today
Am
Going to count the minutes that the trains run late
G Am G
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans
G
Headphone wielding to the Nicholas building
Am
He trips on a pothole that's not been filled in
G
He waits for an elevator one to nine
Am
A lady walks in and waits by his side
G
Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin
Am
Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton
G
Vickers perfume on her breath
Am
A tortoise shell necklace between her breasts
G
She looks him up and down with a botox frown
Am
He's well used to that look by now
G F
The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in
G G
Their fingers touch on the rooftop button
C G
Don't jump little boy don't jump off that roof
F C
You've got your whole life ahead of you you're still in your youth
G F C
I'd give anything to have skin like you
G
He said I think you're projecting the way that you're feeling
Am
I'm not suicidal just idling insignificantly
G
I come up here for perception and clarity
Am
I like to imagine I'm playing SimCity
G C
All the people look like ants from up here
G C
And the wind's the only traffic you can hear
G C
He said All I ever wanted to be
G F C
Was an elevator operator can you help me please
C G
Don't jump little boy don't jump off that roof
F C
You've got your whole life ahead of you you're still in your youth
G F C
I'd give anything to have skin like you
C G
Don't jump little boy don't jump off that roof
F C
You've got your whole life ahead of you you're still in your youth
G F C
I'd give anything to have skin like you