F#m G G G (4x) 

G                          D 
All the ways I think I'm a man 

I'm still just a boy and 
G                         D  
Every time I think I have a plan 
         Am 
The road ahead gets destroyed 
G                             
I'm chewing off the skin from my fingernails  
            D 
Hoping some half-studied drug is gonna tip the scales 
          G 
Am I just hyper-motivated or a masochist 
           D                             Am 
I'd take a tub filled with bleach over a life with this 

C                   Bm 
Staring at a stucco ceiling I just can't stop 
Am                               G            C 
Feeling like I'm falling back on every little thought-crime 
                     Bm                       Am 
It worked out for me big time thinking on the old life 
                G           C 
Back when I was always very thirsty 
                       Bm 
Now gaining weight and thirty 
                   Am 
I'm getting pretty thirsty, thirsty, thirsty 

              F#m G 
If I was just crazy 
         D                                             Am 
We could work through things in good time, but I'm too lazy 
        C                                          G 
So it's back to the couch where I find my days get hazy 
         D 
Watching lives I'm thankful ain't mine 
         Am                       C 
Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive? 

F#m G G G (2x) 
  
G                            D 
Every inch of ground I think I've gained 

Comes at a much steeper grade 
     G                                      D 
I've lost my place for the hundredth time today 
        Am 
So I re-read the same page 
    G 
I'm wiping off blood from my fingernails 
          D 
Because I bit too much as the thought prevailed 
        G 
And the words that dissolved my mental dam: 
        D             Am 
Is this all I want or all I am? 

  C 
I wish that I could just stop 
Bm 
Wishing I was punk rock 
A 
I hear every tick-tock 
G                C 
Counting down to stressing over grey hairs 
Bm 
Interviews at day-cares 
Am 
Wishing I was still where 
G              C 
everything was dirty clothes and knapsacks  
Bm 
spot me for a six-pack 
Am 
I could never go back, I will never go back 

              F#m G 
If I was just crazy 
         D                                             Am 
We could work through things in good time, but I'm too lazy 
        C                                          G 
So it's back to the couch where I find my days get hazy 
         D 
Watching lives I'm thankful ain't mine 
         Am                       C 
Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive? 

G                   G 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
G                   G          D 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
F                   F 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
F                   F    Bm C D 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
G                   G 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
G                   G          D 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
F                   F 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 
F                   F    Bm C D 
Too much everything everywhere all the time 

              F#m G 
If I was just crazy 
         D                                             Am 
We could work through things in good time, but I'm too lazy 
        C                                          G 
So it's back to the couch where I find my days get hazy 
         D 
Watching lives I'm thankful ain't mine 
         Am                       C 
Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive? 

F#m G G G (4x)