C
Fell asleep in my warmest clothes
                             F
safe in the knowledge it was summer back home
                  C
Woke up next to a pile of rat shit
               Gsus4           G
feeling like a pile of rat shit
                          C
With my ears ringing from weeks of shows
                        F
cities I can't remember populated by people I don't know
         C                    Gsus4
And I've never felt better or more full of hope
F                         G
never been so competently able to cope


                              C
We went for breakfast at your parents' house
                        F
I felt inspired by everything we spoke about
                     C                         Gsus4
Electric letters for free I send you while you sleep
                       F            G
Are all coming back to haunt me now
                             C
I miss the little sounds you make when you wake up
                F
Miss the entire notion of waking up next to you
         C                           Gsus4              G
With our knotted hair tangled on the pillows that we shared


                           C
And from here I can see my high school
                 F
And I can see my parents' house
                          C
Can see the people I grew up with
                       Gsus4          G
And the excuses I have buried them in now
                          C
And from here I can see my high school
                 F
And I can see my parents' house
                          C
Can see the people I grew up with
                       Gsus4          G
And the excuses I have buried them in now
            Gsus4      G               Gsus4    G
And I don't deserve anywhere near this much
             Gsus4    G               C
No I don't deserve anywhere near this much


C F C Gsus4

                           C
Sleeping in basements with all five of us,
                F
waking up under mouldy blankets to scratches and coughs
                       C                Gsus4            G
Remember where the van is, find the van keys and fuck off.


                       C
And from nowhere I can see myself
                   F
taking insults and not playing with others well.
                          C                         Gsus4
And first impressions run deep but your memories of me
                  F                       G
Will always be as unhealthy as they are unclean.
                  C
And I say I don't mind and that everything's fine,
                    F
But it's getting so hard to get my nose over the line,
                      C                          Gsus4
And I don't respect myself so why should anybody else,
                F                            F (3rd fret)
I don't respect myself so why should anybody else
                    C
Think that what I'm doing is right?
             F               C
When it'd be just as easy to fuck around
                                Gsus4
and get high for the rest of my life


                           C
And from here I can see my high school
                 F
And I can see my parents' house
                          C
Can see the people I grew up with
                       Gsus4          G
And the excuses I have buried them in now
                          C
And from here I can see my high school
                 F
And I can see my parents' house
                          C
Can see the people I grew up with
                       Gsus4          G
And the excuses I have buried them in now
            Gsus4      G               Gsus4    G
And I don't deserve anywhere near this much
             Gsus4    G               C
No I don't deserve anywhere near this much