Tom:
Introdução: Dm A Dm Dbm
Dm Dbm
I'm more alone on Sundays than I ever thought I'd be.
Dm A
By now they've left, the hall's been swept, there's no one else but me.
Dm
Come back! I choke! Refuse to let it slip but when I
Dbm
See! You go! It's almost like a part of me
Dm
Is selfish for my lack of waiting
A
I can't help myself but hating
Dm
Every single person who can bear to leave their other part,
Dbm
I fail to find my therapy in any form of art, just
Dm
Complain, complain!
A
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain
Dm
I'm brought back to reality
A Dbm
By confidence I feign
Dm
Explain, explain
A
How I'm bound here in my own domain
Dm
My throne is a computer chair
A
With none to entertain
Dm
Engrain, engrain
A
Some self esteem into my brain
Dm
It's all so easy to be fixed
A Dm
But all I tend to do is complain
Dbm
I'm bottled up by Wednesday night, I'd had it with the week.
Dm Dbm
And not the angsty teenage way that's trendy, sad or meek.
Dm
She's dead! I said! On thoughts of what I was and now I
A
Learn! My friends! Are nothing but their titles and
Dm
Now I find myself once more debating
A
What of me's worth reinstating?
Dm
They've all got it great, but me?
Dbm
I never had a shot to reach horizons where I thought I'd be and so I let it go and
Dm
Complain, complain!
A
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain
Dm
I'm brought back to reality
A Dbm
By confidence I feign
Dm
Explain, explain
A
How I'm bound here in my own domain
Dm
My throne is a computer chair
A
With none to entertain
Dm
Engrain, engrain
A
Some self esteem into my brain
Dm
It's all so easy to be fixed
A
But all I tend to do is
Dm
Complaaaaaain!
A
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain
Dm
I'm brought back to reality
A Dbm
By confidence I feign
Dm
Explain, explain
A
How I'm bound here in my own domain
Dm
My throne is a computer chair
A
With none to entertain
Dm
Engrain, engrain
A
Some self esteem into my brain
Dm
It's all so easy to be fixed
A Dm
But all I tend to do is complain.
A
Complain...
Dm
Complain...