Dead Poets Honor

G - 320010
F - x33210
Am - x02210
C/B - x20010

F G Am C

   F                G        Am             C
I wish that I could say, “I’m giving you my best.”
        F               G              Am             C
To the people that I’m closest to this is my first collapse.
             F        G              Am        C
I spent the last few years trying to figure it out.
            F                  G                    Am           C
It left me hung up with lines like love first times, I hate the sound.

F G Am C

   F
A sunny California has quaked to the rain,
        Am                          G                F
sun is sleeping in the ocean with a novelty tee that reads,
                                        Am
“Fuck the stars. You know who you are.”
             G
You know who you are.

           C                  C/B       C      F
I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed.
                   Am               G                F
Eyes closed, and I can’t stand this place that we’re from.
                   Am               G                F
Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done.
                F   G
(It’s all I’ve got.)

Am                G        F
The lonely writer writes himself to sleep tonight
       C                             G
and if he can’t stay the same maybe you’re the one to blame.
F     G  Am                  G      F
I’ve seen everything I want inside of everything I’m not,
          C                         G
inside a small northern town where she’s too often found.

           C                 C/B       C      F
I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed.
                          C                                 C/B           C
Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win.
         F
I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live
      Am               G                F
and I can’t stand this place that we’re from.
                   Am                G                F
Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done. It’s all I’ve got.

F G Am C

F      G           Am             C
Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.
F      G           Am             C
Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.
F      G           Am             C               F  G  Am  C
Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.

           C                                    F
I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed.
                          C                                C/B            C
Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win.
         F
I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live
      Am               G               F
and I can’t stand this place that we’re from.
                   Am                G                F
Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done.

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