Intro
 
C Am Em G x2 
 
Verse 1
         C 
You'll figure it out 
                                         Am 
And know that you got time before you figure it out 
                                  Em 
Everything will be fine if you forget all about 
                                          G 
The ones who don't know why you haven't seen them around 
 
But you pass through their towns 
                C 
I know you're sick of them now 
 
Cause high school wasn't nice to you 
      Am 
And when you got out 
 
The same jackasses followed you 
      Em 
And kicked you around 
 
Some of them were your bosses too 
      G 
The world's a small town 
 
Just can't find your way out 
 
Chorus
      C 
If I know 
                      Am 
They'll laugh at you 
                  Em 
You can't be true 
                        G 
It's overwhelming to 
                             C 
The point that you don't know if 
                 Am 
You're still real 
               Em 
Or how to feel 
                      G 
You're losing your appeal 
                         F 
What a poor performance now 
             G 
Shouldn't I know 
           C        C/B         Am 
I was the one who carried the show 
         Am/G              F 
But I'm first to tell you now 
                 G           C        C/B         Am 
They shouldn't care about whoever's pulling your hair 
                                  F 
And you'll make of that what you will 
          G          C 
It's not, my problem 
      C/B        Am   Am/G    F 
It's not your problem if you want 
                G 
You call the shots 
 
And they do not 
 
Verse 2
 
C Am Em G x2 
 
   C 
Moving ahead 
 
Sounds easier than it really is 
  Am 
Noise in your head 
 
Is breaking up your sentences 
          Em 
You've already said 
 
Enough to make them hate you 
         G 
So now shoot from the hip 
 
And don't stop 'till those motherf*ckers 
 C 
Are filled with lead 
 
Of course don't take that literal 
           Am 
I'm not Eminem 
 
No, I can't go to court 
                 Em 
And they don't need to be dead 
 
Instead say f*ck off kindly 
         G 
And get on with your shit 
                                             C 
I mean, it's their life they're pissing away 
 
Chorus
C               Am 
It's funny how 
                Em 
They sit around 
                          G 
Their longest fingers out 
                             C 
Point out how you waste time 
               Am 
Break them off 
               Em 
I'd rather not 
                            G 
I'm scared that if we touch 
                               F 
You'll wind up keeping me in line 
              G 
Shouldn't I know 
           C        C/B         Am 
I was the one who carried the show 
         Am/G              F 
But I'm first to tell you now 
                 G           C      C/B           Am 
They shouldn't care about whoever's pulling your hair 
                 Am/G              F 
And you'll make of that what you will 
          G          C 
It's not, my problem 
      C/B        Am   Am/G     F 
It's not your problem if you want 
            G              C 
So say what, you want but, 
         C/B  Am       Am/G        F 
First figure out what you should want 
               G 
You call the shots 
 
And they do not 
 
C Am Em G x2