C                               F      C 
Make a cup with your hands to take a drink 
C                               F     C 
In the same way that your father did 
C                               F     C 
And throw a stone upon the river's lid 
Fmaj7 
Watch the circles take you home 

C                              F            C 
Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs 
C                              F        C 
And high or not, think of what you've done 
C                               F        C 
Have you not considered life beneath the thumb? 
Fmaj7 
Or flying solo in your home? 

C                                F      C 
'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do 
C                                F                       C 
Just because your father did doesn't mean that you should too 
C                    F   C 
I don't want to lose you 
Fmaj7 
Don't go away from here  
      C                        F 
It's that sinking feeling of being alone 
      G                        Am 
And it's the way it makes you screech 
      C                      F 
And pulls the skin off your bones 
      G                                    Am 
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor; 
      C                     F     
Will you still know me in a year? 


     C                  F     C 
Don't you think about your actions? 
     C                  F    C 
Counter-weight dire reactions? 
     C                 F     C 
Zero soul, you're a loser's son 
     Fmaj7 
But don't you go away from here 

    C                F            C 
Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way 
   C                 F            C 
Don't just fall in like some mindless stray 
   C                       F          C 
"We're your friends, you see" is what they say 
  Fmaj7 
Don't you go away from here 

   C                          F 
Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone 
   G                      Am 
And it's the way it makes you screech 
   C                     F 
And pulls the skin off your bones 
   G                                        Am 
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor; 
   C                      F 
Will you still know me in a year? 

(Pause)
 
It's that sinking feeling of being alone 
And it's the way it makes you screech 
And pulls the skin off your bones 
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor; 
Will you still know me in a year? 

C                            F 
Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone 
G                          Am 
And it's the way it makes you screech 
C                        F 
And peels the skin off your bones 
G                                   Am 
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor; 
C                      F 
Will you still know me in a year?