Standard 

The whole song follows the progression 
| F# - - - | - - - - | B - - - | Abm - - - | 


F# 
 You were well dressed. Some kid called you  
B 
"fresh to death" and I 
Abm 
just left  
            F#            
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell,  
  B              Abm 
I wanna wanna go home." 

         F# 
But it's like you never left, yeah your rotten  
B                             Abm 
scents is on my rotting breath 
F# 
and it's scaring everyone to death  
               B          
and off like a flame to the neck. 
       Abm 
Like a lit cigarette,  
       F# 
you're killing me with every breath, 
          B                       Abm 
And every breath's another regret. 
          F# 
You're a cigarette. 
             B                         Abm 
Yeah, you're cancer in a fucking stick. 

F# 
And I'm sick of being chained down,  
         B                        Abm 
of being chained down in this town 
     F#                 
Like everyone else around,  
            B                      Abm 
hands in my pocket, always looking down. 
                F# 
I'm sick of overpriced books. 
            B                      Abm 
Sick of the classrooms filled with nothing but dirty looks. 
    F#       
I'm sick of hating everything.  
             B                     Abm 
I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing. 
      F# 
But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more 
    B                        Abm 
Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor. 
           F# 
Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks 
B                             Abm 
Sewn on like a fucking badge. Oh, please kill me 
F# 
Or just promise me that theres something more  
    B                    Abm 
And tell me it's waiting out my front door. 
  F# 
I swear I would start today. 
       B                       Abm 
Oh, if only I could stop the rain.