[Intro]
B  D#7  Emaj7  C#m7 
B  D#7  Emaj7  C#m7 
 
 
[Verse 1]
B          D#7                 Emaj7  C#m7
 I haven't been the same since graduation
B       D#7               Emaj7    C#m7
 All my friends went, but I didn't make it
              B                  D#7
They got that first-class ticket, but I'm in coach
                Emaj7               C#m7
Feels like they threw me overboard, but my shit floats
        B                   D#7
I don't need a motherfuckin' plane, I'll take my boat
            Emaj7                C#m7
And I don't give a goddamn if my socks get soaked, uh
 
 
[Verse 2]
B         D#7                           Emaj7     C#m7
 'Cause I never thought the same way as everybody else
B        D#7                     Emaj7   C#m7
 But it still hurts gettin' left out
B             D#7                     Emaj7   C#m7
 Even if it's for a stupid piece of paper
B       D#7                   Emaj7         C#m7
 That I don't give two shits about (About, about)
 
 
[Verse 3]
B              D#7                             Emaj7     C#m7
 That school's not cool, but I'm still cracked out on phonics
B            D#7                               Emaj7
 When I left that place, I was shakin' all the plate tectonics
C#m7                        B
Switch a nine-to-five with sweet harmonics
    D#7                        Emaj7                  C#m7
I'm only takin' really, really positive, constructive comments
       B  D#7               Emaj7  C#m7
'Cause now I'm sensitive as fuck,   bitch
 
 
[Verse 4]
B           D#7
 Feels like I was left out of the party
Emaj7                  C#m7                       B
Thanks for the invite, I could hear the music all night
           D#7                Emaj7    C#m7
But when I come through, it's only whispers
B                   D#7                       Emaj7
I don't know what's worse, feeling love, then hurt
               C#m7                  B            D#7
All my friends got worse, but I just blame the distance
              Emaj7           N.C.
They were too busy anyways, I would've done the same shit
 
 
[Verse 5]
B         D#7                     Emaj7        C#m7
 Found out the real world doesn't care 'bout nothin'
B              D#7                 Emaj7           C#m7
 It shoots you in both knees, then says, "Start runnin'", ooh, ooh
B               D#7
 Grab your pitchfork and grab your gun
Emaj7           C#m7
 The revolution has just begun
B                     D#7
 You're just a number to serve our funds
    Emaj7                   C#m7
And when you keel over, you can be done
B      D#7     Emaj7      C#m7
Nobody sees my dreams but me
        B         D#7  Emaj7  C#m7
But I'm cookin' a fantasy
B         D#7  Emaj7    C#m7
All the ingredients are here
        B        D#7          Emaj7   C#m7
Just be a little patient with me
 
 
[Outro]
B  D#7               Emaj7    C#m7
   I will never ever, fuckin' ever give up
B  D#7   Emaj7  C#m7
    Ever,        that's it
              I haven't been the same since graduation
All my friends went, but I didn't make it
They got that first-class ticket, but I'm in coach
Feels like they threw me overboard, but my ship floats
I don't need a motherfucking plane, I'll take my boat
And I don't give a Goddamn if my socks get soaked, uh

'Cause I never thought the same way as everybody else
But it still hurts getting left out
Even if it's for a stupid piece of paper
That I don't give two shits about

That school is not cool, but I'm still cracked out on phonics
When I left that place, I was shaking all the plate tectonics
Switching nine-to-five with sweet harmonics
I'm only taking really, really positive, constructive comments
'Cause now, I'm sensitive as fuck, bitch

Feels like I was left out of the party, thanks for the invite
I could hear the music all night
But when I come through, it's only whispers

I don't know what's worse, feeling loved, than hurt
All my friends got worse
But I'll just play in the distance
They were too busy anyways
I woulda done the same shit

Found out the real world doesn't care about nothing
It shoots you in both knees, then says, "Start running"
Grab your pitchfork, and grab your gun
The revolution has just begun
You're just a number to serve our funds
And when you keel over, you can be done

Nobody sees my dreams but me
But I'm cooking a fantasy
All the ingredients are here
Just be a little patient with me

I will never, ever, fucking ever give up, ever
That's it              
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