Fifteen

(x3)
VERSE 1
G                Cm               Am             Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G        Cm                   Am                    Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
    G                         C                  Cm
The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four.
CHORUS
G    E/G#      Am            D/F#
           But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G    E/G#                Am               D/F#
           Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
VERSE 2
         G          Cm              Am               Cm
He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize.
G               Cm                   Am          Cm
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight.
G                    C              Cm
But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall.
G   E/G#      Am            D/F#
          But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
BRIDGE
Em  Em                          A A
       He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
    Cm Cm                 G     G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
              Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
  A A                       D       D/C   D/B   D/Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G               Cm                Am             Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G        Cm                   Am                    Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G                     C                  Cm
The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.
CHORUS
G    E/G#      Am            D/F#
           But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G    E/G#                Am               D/F#
           Just put your things away, you know its just not your
BRIDGE
Em Em                          A A
      He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
    Cm Cm                 G     G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
              Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
  A A                       D       D/C   D/B   D/Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G     E/G#      Am            D/F#
            But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G     E/G#                Am               D/F#
            Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
G     E/G#  Am                   D/F#
            That's the way we're gonna get it right. (RIFF 1)