Axe To Grind

[Verso 1]
 
        A 
All the boys from way back when are on vacation in the Highlands 
 F#m 
Grown up, with a goatee, and a bachelor's in finance 
Bm 
Arm around a girl I grew up in the same town with 
D                                        E 
She's 24 and still ignores what her friends said about him 
A 
And they all recently got out of rehab or engaged, 
F#m 
Either bought a labradoodle or went totally insane 
Bm 
The bad guys and tradwives and starving artists 
D                                                E 
A friend I'll never see again who passed away in August 
 


[Refrão]
 
D                       A         E 
The light beams on the stadium seats 
D                       A         E 
When I see you, you're still seventeen 
F#m          A          D     A 
Just ghosts inside the afterlife 
F#m         A           E     A 
But I've still got an axe to grind 
 


[Verso 2]
 
        A 
And the loudest in the room ain't the loudest anymore 
F#m 
He's too close to midnight midlife crisises and is divorced 
Bm 
It's a few years down the road it's a couple wedding rings 
          D                               E 
Till he realizes he never amounted to anything 
A 
And the loudest one alive will never really get to live 
F#m 
And just between us I could always see some of myself in him 
Bm 
Was he ever really mean? Was it bark not bite? 
D                         E 
Did he hate me or what he had to hide? 
 


[Refrão]
 
D                      A      E 
The light beams on the stadium seats 
D                           A    E 
When I see you, you're still seventeen 
     F#m        A       D    A 
Just ghosts inside the afterlife 
    F#m      A      E      A 
But I've still got an axe to grind 
 


[Verso 3]
 
   F#m 
So got to Brooklyn, wind up broke 
    A 
And thank your mom for the check she wrote 
     E                                 F#m 
Then act like you're the toughest one around 
F#m                      A 
Blackout down at ASU and leave with the same attitude 
     E                           F#m 
But act like you are holier than thou 
F#m 
Paint until you're fingers bleed 
A 
Find out what your spirit needs 
     E                          F#m 
Get sober, get a dog, and get a grip 
F#m 
Watch it on the silver screen 
A 
The politics and pageant queens 
   E                         A 
A thousand fucking Nashville trips 
 

Outro 
           D    A         E     A 
We're just ghosts inside the afterlife 
    D           A      E      A 
But I've still got an axe to grind