I strum down, up, then slap mute and up = DU(X)U
[Intro]
C Am F G
C Am F G
C Am F G
e|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3---0------|
B|---1----------1-----------1-----------1------------1-----------1------------3----3------------3--|
G|-----------0-----0----------------2-------2----------------2-------2--------0--------------------|
D|-------2------------2---------2----------------2-------3---------------3-------------------------|
A|---3----------------------0----------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------1------------------------3--------------------|
[Verse]
C
Oh what a Saturday night
F
Wide-eyed we sit on newport beach curbs
C
Waiting for texts of discouraging words
F
Damn bitch shined all my calls
C
So you can what if both your life and exist
F
Or I can pop in my new scrubs dvd
G
and we can laugh out loud, squirt milk through our noses
F F (single, let it ring)
and watch every episode of season three
C F C F
(whistling)
[Verse]
C
And salvation lies in stereotypes
F
There's something about the poor look in your eye
C F
It's telling me that I am the bad guy
C
Well I've never felt exhaustion so much as right now
F
and i've always loved the cold air on my bike at midnight
C F
so much that, I might possibly come over tonight
G
And we'll lie to our parents for the rest of our lives
F F (single, let it ring)
Tell em we've never smoked and that we'll never get tattoos
(drum guitar 4 times)
C F
Baby justify my life
G
I'm only counting on the next few seconds
F
I'm not expecting too much to happen
C F
Tell me a story of a guy just like me
G
Tell me he thinks with an appetite so small
F C (single)
and tell me he'll be alright, after it all.