When The Party Ends

[F#]/[E]- 044xxx (when this note is played hammer on w/ index to [F#])

[A]

[A]Despite everything you heard, you still get what you deserve
The world just can't find the words to [D]tell you what they [E]think about you
[A]The bus comes early in the morning, under long lists of reasons
Every day you're still sleeping and [D]everyday it [E]leaves without you

Now [Bm]you're talking on the phone with all your [E]angry friends
You [A]know it doesn't matter what you [D]say to them
Because [F#m]when you wake up everything will [D]just have been a [E]dream
              [F#m]  [F#m] [E]              [D]
[E]But until you do........ lets keep it between you and me

(Same chords)
Despite everything you heard, from the bumblebees and the mockingbirds
There still aren't any words in all the songs they wrote about you
The bus comes early in the morning, you are forever sleeping
And even with your reasons, its still gonna leave without you

(Same chords)
Now I see you going out with all your useless friends
You know it doesn't matter what you do with them
Because when you come home everything will just have been a dream
But until you do...well lets keep it between you and me

listen for strumming)

[A]----[D]-[E]----[D]-[A]----[E]----[E]--[D]--[F#]-[E]--[D]--[F#]-EEnding (guiar strumming builds/speeds up)
I [Bm]hear your conversations with your [E]boring friends
You [A]know it doesn't matter what your [D]telling them
Because [Bm]you'll be sleeping over when the [E]party ends
And [A]we'll wake up tommorow and [D]we'll start again
(The rest folows this same pattern of Bm, E, A, D)
And anything outside of that is just pretend
And if you tell them different than your lyin'
The things that people say don't make no difference
Now we can talk it over or just go to bed
Or we could go to all the places where the moneys spent
And buy whatever new distractions that the suits invent
They know the demographics that we represent
Because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent
So write another song about your discontent
And wax nostalgia for a time less turbulent
With metaphors like closet doors that won't open
And you can use your list of words that rhyme with opulent
Now someone said that you should go with malcontent
Maybe somebody can tell us where the liquor went
And we can raise our glasses while they raise our rent
And search for a solution that's more permanent
But there isn't any doctor or a medicine
That's gonna make me feel this insignifigant
Another bunch of words that you can soon forget
Another bunch of crooks disguised as gentlemen
Now you wonder why your notes are always bruised and bent
You think that its your song but its your instrument
You want to turn invisible and try again
I'll curse you in the kitchen and i'll count to ten
And then [F#m]when you wake up all of this will [D]just have been a [E]dream
              [F#m] [F#m] [E]                [D]
B[E]ut until you do........lets keep this between you and me