G                    Em                           Am      C 
Late at night cloudy white will creep over my old house  
        G                  Em 
And the chair where i once sat  
               Am              G             C 
Someone new is there and he'll stare at that wall  
          G                        Am 
And we're all parts of an alphabet  
                   G 
We spell new words in new spots we're at  
                         E            Am                C 
And the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark  
G             Bm     Em                       Am     C 
When you feel like a jerk does it make you confused  
G                                           Em 
Like how could you become as awesome as you are 
               Bm     Am    C 
And still feel like a loser  
G                      Bm 
When you feel ugly and petty  
Am      G   C 
Awkward and unsteady  
     Bm            Em          Bm                    Am        C 
Just try not to forget there's so many people who've liked you  
      G                                    Em             A    C 
And i hope that the art school enjoys your big drawing of ruin  
G                            Em                       A       C 
We've all got good things to do and it's good when we do them  
Em 
From austin to brooklyn  
Am                G        C        
They're all smart and good-lookin' 
G                     Em 
We're all parts of an alphabet  
Am                       G 
Spell new words with new folks we met  
                         Em                        Am     C 
And the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark 
G                        Em                    (A) Am    C    
And the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark  
         A 
And they say that we'll drift for awhile until we die  
        D 
And the sun hits a spiral  
D 
It's a combination lock  
Am                       F 
And i'm just hoping that i'll get it open  
               D                                                    Bm    Am  C  End on G 
And that these joys and frustrations are just turns in the combination