Youre Not Salinger Get Over It

[G] [D] [Em7] [Cadd9]

[G]We're finding out some scummy fuck just [D]threw in a fifteen year old.
I mean [Em7]com'on, man, is [Cadd9]that the life you[G] want? [D]
There [G]tearing up these dead-end blocks,
revealing [D]all the shit we wish we forgot
in the [Em7]shadow of this [Cadd9]careless urban[G] sprawl.[D]
[G]My Friends and I,[D] were all fucked on the [Em7]inside.
My Friends and I,[Cadd9] were all fucked on the [G]inside.
My Friends and I,[D] were all fucked on the [Em7]inside.
But we don't [Cadd9]let it run our lives.
One [G]day, i'll cough all this [D]shit out of my lungs
from [Em7]second hand smoking at all[Cadd9] night restaurants
and they'll [G]be up in arms over [D]all the shit we've done
because were [Em7]gett[Cadd9]ing ou[G]t,[D] we're fucking gone. (no chord on last phrase)

Re-Intro- G D Em7 Cadd9 repeat progression for rest of song.

This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times.
We're singing "Lucky" by Little League, fucking up until we get this right.
Just cause we're down, doesn't mean we gotta stay there.
This fucking town is like a ship gone underwater,
and we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor.
We'd get swallowed here.

One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
because were getting out, we're fucking gone.

(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
I'm bad at staying calm,
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
and I know this town's a time bomb.
I've been dragging my feet too long,
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.) too long.
We've been sinking all along.
(So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.)
So chin up and we'll drown a little slower.

One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs
from second hand smoking at all night restaurants
and they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
because were getting out, we're fucking gone.