Tom: C
Introdução: C/G Em F
C/G
Maybe I don't mind just getting high in mine
F/C C/G
Shouting over music with a friend who's like a brother
Am G
Because if I get time I'd just regret most shit
C/G Em Am F/C
From every hangover my head feels
C/G Em Am F/C
To every ex I didn't treat right
C/G Em Am F/C
To every monday I called in sick
C/G Em Am F/C
To every argument I let slide
C/G Em F/C
Christ, I ain't ever going back to thinking straight
C/G Em F/C
Twice! Twice, it brung me down but it's the last time
C/G
Maybe I'll grow tired of you bitchin' all the time
F/C
Cause when you love the way you're living
G
It get's hard to fret about much
Am G
Because if I got time I'd just regret most shit
C/G Em Am F/C
From every hangover my head feels
C/G Em Am F/C
To every ex I didn't treat right
C/G Em Am F/C
To every monday I called in sick
C/G Em Am F/C
To every argument I let slide
C/G Em F/C
Christ, I ain't ever going back to thinking straight
C/G Em F/C
Twice! Twice, it brung me down but it's the last time
C/G Em F/C
Christ, I ain't ever going back to thinking straight
C/G Em F/C
Twice! Twice, it brung me down but it's the last time
C/G Em Am F/C
From every hangover my head feels
C/G Em Am F/C
To every ex I didn't treat right
C/G Em Am F/C
To every monday I called in sick
C/G Em Am F/C
To every argument I let slide
C/G Em Am F/C
Christ!
C/G Em Am F/C
I ain't ever going back to thinking straight
C/G Em Am F/C
Twice!
C/G Em Am F/C
Twice, it brung me down but it's the last time