RIFF e|------------| B|------------| G|-5555-------| x4, then repeat until the Chorus D|-5555-5-6-7-| A|-3333-5-6-7-| E|------3-4-5-| Verse 1 N.C. We got a bottle of Jim Beam and I drank a liter N.C. To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather Chorus F G You built this up your head. The pressure Am C Relax, don't think too much cause you can't take this F Well, I relaxed with liquor G Am C The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit F G Am It's not the same to me when falling on my face F G It's not the same to me when C I finally drank myself to death Verse 2 Do the riff again N.C. Enter the shaking, man, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying N.C. My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing, better start dying Chorus F G You built this up your head. The pressure Am C Relax, don't think too much cause you can't take this F Well, I relaxed with liquor G Am C The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit F G Am It's not the same to me when falling on my face F G Am Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her Verse 3 F G I should be old enough to know (better better) Am C And I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously F G SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous Am C This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness F G Am It's not the same to me when falling on my face F G Wrap me up in sheets, cause I C I finally drank myself to death Am I finally drank myself to death Bridge G# Bmaj A# e|-------| |-------| |-------| B|-------| |-------| |-------| G|-------| |---8---| |-------| D|---6---| |---8---| |---8---| A|---6---| |---6---| |---8---| E|---4---| |-------| |---6---| G# Bmaj It's turned to laughs A# I'm turning red outside on Cedar St G# Bmaj It's twenty-two degrees C I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL" G# Bmaj A# I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head C G F And the soldiers are falling down Am G F They're too dizzy to even try to win F Awww f*ck Am G Pt. II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE (Tabbed by Dominic Bohata) Chorus C G F Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill Am G F Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade Am Fm C G Fm Cause I... I keep writing the same song over again, over again, over again Am Fm C G Fm Yeah I... I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again Verse Am And it feels like heroin G C F I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition Am G And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote C F Where I swore off alcohol cause I knew better Am G And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult C F But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better Chorus Am Fm C G Fm And I keep writing the same damn songs over again and over again and over again Am F And it feels like there's nothing left at all Pt. III. OK Hangover (Tabbed by Henrique Campos) E B E C#m E C A G#m F#m F G E x3 G# Verse 1 C#m My god C#m A E C#m I woke up on the floor of a famous Minneapolis rapper (whose name will go unmentioned.) C#m I didn't crush the cat A No one wrote "dick" on my forehead E C E C E C I wasn't seeing stars, I was seeing cigarettes and 1990's compact discs G B E I didn't even feel depressed like every other day that I wake up Chorus E B E A E I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less E B A C Just a parking spot and a place to call my home C C#m B I'm always waking up hating that life ain't perfect C#m A Despite what they say, my mistakes AREN'T worth it E C But f*ck it, I got through today A G# I can get through tomorrow, tomorrow F G E Tomo-ro-ro-row Verse 2 C#m A We lost a tire, but we put it back on E C#m I lost the love of my life, holy shit, I got a better one C#m A I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends E C I lost my favorite band E C E C I feel like I have lost my mind and people tell me "this is fine." G B Still, I feel shitty every time I try to f*cking fall asleep at night Chorus E B E A E I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less E B A C Just a parking spot and a place to call my home C C#m B I'm always making mistakes that are never worth it C#m A Despite what they say, I hate that life ain't perfect E C But f*ck it, I got through today A G# I got a few more tomorrows, tomorrows F G E Tomo-ro-ro-rows Bridge G# C#m A E And everyday I wake and smile but by day's end my smile subsides C#m G# A B But I guess I'll be here a while and I'll smile through today, 'cause last night I didn't die Pt. IV. Cecil Otter Tattoo (Tabbed by Henrique Campos) E G#m C#m A E B And I know I'm not dead because I just threw up in my own mouth and swallowed back C#m A This hangover ain't that bad E G#m C#m G# I feel worse just about every day, but James Brown must have sparked a change A B Somewhere in our dialogue about sleep, hardcore and not being young E G#m C#m G#m A F E 2x Chorus E B Got it drilled in my leg E A Because I f*cked my head E B C#m A When I'm all alone, I will always have one friend E When I wish I was dead G#m And I hate my friends C#m G# I must repeat this 'til the end A B E I still have a home even if my home's a van Outro E When I wish I was dead G#m And I hate my friends C#m G# I must repeat this 'til the end A B C#m I still have a home even if my home's a van A B C#m You still have a home even if your home's a van A I still have a home F#m E I still have a home even if my home's a van E G# C#m F# A B E
