D 
Looking at the cop in the rear view mirror 
F# 
Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clear 
Bm                       A                    G 
I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show 

D 
Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funny 
F# 
Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunny 
Bm                        A              G 
I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico 

G                A                          F# 
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain 
                Bm                  A     G 
And I know that things won't always go my way 
G                                       Gm 
And I know that life is gonna suck some days 

                 D 
But I can't complain 
            F# 
I can't complain 
      Bm          A                    G 
Every day is too short to let it go to waste 

                 D 
But I can't complain 
            F# 
I can't complain 
             Bm       A              G 
You gotta treat every day like a holiday 

G 
And I'm telling you 
G                A                  F# 
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble 
F#             Bm            A   G 
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble 
G                                        Gm 
And I know that life is gonna suck some days 
But I can't complain (start playing D) 

D 
Waiting on a never ending train at the crossing 
F# 
Paying it no mind cause you just keep talking 
Bm                          A                         G 
We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow 

D 
Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airport 
F# 
Dying to get back to the people that I care for 
Bm                             A                  G 
Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home 

G                A                          F# 
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain 
                Bm                  A     G 
And I know that things won't always go my way 
G                                       Gm 
And I know that life is gonna suck some days 


               D 
But I can't complain 
            F# 
I can't complain 
      Bm          A                    G 
Every day is too short to let it go to waste 

                 D 
But I can't complain 
            F# 
I can't complain 
               Bm     A              G 
You gotta treat every day like a holiday 


G                A                          F# 
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain 
                Bm                  A     G 
And I know that things won't always go my way 
G                                       Gm 
And I know that life is gonna suck some days 


       D 
If you can't say nothing good 
Don't say nothing 
       F# 
If you stop to think you could come up with something 
     Bm                A                        G 
That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok 

             D 
I can't complain 
            F# 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
            Bm 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
A                  G 
Don't let it go to waste 

                 D 
But I can't complain 
             F# 
I can't complain 
      Bm            A                   G 
Every day is too short to let it go to waste 

                 D 
But I can't complain 
            F# 
I can't complain 
               Bm     A              G 
You gotta treat every day like a holiday 


G 
And I'm telling you 
G                 A                 F# 
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble 
F#             Bm            A   G 
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble 
G                                        Gm 
And I know that life is gonna suck some days 
But I can't complain 

  D   F#  Bm  A  G 
e 5   2   2   5  3 
b 7   2   3   5  3 
g 7   3   4   6  4 
d 7   4   4   7  5 
a 5   4   3   7  5 
E 5   2   X   5  3