F#       C#m 
Have you ever    

B             F# 
To the things you used to love? 
    C#m  
Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends, 
F#            C#m  
It hurts when you discover that 
               F# 
Nothing's that great, 
You had bad taste 
C#m  
It's much too late 
F#                   C#m 
To get back the time you wasted 
B  
             F#    
Teenage boys out having fun, 
          C#m 
Trying to pass for 21 
B     F# 
I sit back and wonder what it's like 
                B      F# 
'Cause everyone I know is broken, or broke, or both 
C#m                    F#  
And I?m sick of seeing things not turn out right 
C#m  
Because 
          B  
Nothing's that great, 
F#  
You had bad taste 
C#m  
It's much too late 
C# F#           B 
To get back the time you wasted 
C#  
F#  
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  
B             Aaug   F# 
And the who's who of the fuck you's 
that I said 
B  
When I was young 
  C#                                F# 
I thought I had grown, become more mature, 
          C#m              F# 
But now I am sure that I'm as dumb as I ever was 
And I know it's because 
                   C#m 
Tender hands and a smile 
Does not a mother make, 
F#                  C#m 
The years she spent teaching you 
                F# 
Common sense is what it takes 
          C#m 
Nothing's that great, 
        F# 
You had bad taste 
It's much too late 
C#m         Abm7 F# 
To get back the  time you wasted 
            C#m 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
F#  
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah