Old Crap

Bb Dm          Gm  Dm
Go back to the old crap
       Cm         Ab          
To the things you tell yourself 
                Bb
you’ve gotten through.

    Bb   Dm          Gm   Dm
But it’s just been a week of
         Cm  Ab                   
Desperately trying not to sweat 
      Bb
off the glue

[Chorus]
           Gm F          Eb Bb
‘Cause the body wants to do things
         Gm   F        Ebmaj7
that the body wants to do.

       Gm    Gb        F  Bb
It’s a shell coated in candy
        Eb          F         Gm
for the ground that waits for you.

[Verse 2]
         Bb      Dm
Rip your friends off.
        Gm  Dm
Write a new song,
        Cm          Ab      
Call it “Shame” and claim its 
            Bb
indelible truths,

         Bb  Dm
Play the victim,
     Gm   Dm
Be a shithead,
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          Cm       Ab             
Throw the blame at anyone coming 
   Bb
for you

[Chorus 2]
           Gm      F     Eb Bb
‘Cause the brain’s gonna do things
         Gm      F     Ebmaj7
that the brain’s gonna do.

        Gm    Gb      F   Bb
I’m the worst kind of person
        Eb       F         Gm
And I’m still in love with you.

(Gm) D  Gm  D

[Verse 3]
Gm               D
Howzit animosity can just cut right 
through
             Gm                    
the fog of a pixelated memory that 
    D
you figured was long gone

       Bb               Dm        
and it shapeshifts into guilt that
             Gm              Dm
 corners you into rights and wrongs
           Bb                      
‘cause you told yourself you’re the
 Dm                 Gm         
 kind of person who knows how to 
       Dm
move on

        Gm                         
and the only way to trick yourself 
     D
into not feeling insane
        Gm                         
are the negative impulses that you 
D
struggle to restrain?

              Bb                   
You know that nothing’s real but 
  Dm                   Gm       
you sink your hooks into mistakes 
Dm
anyway
           Bb               Dm    
and you’re paralyzed by the how’s 
                  Gm          
and why’s because people never 
  Dm
change.

[Verse 4]
        Eb
You can call it "angst" but I ain’t 
seen proof
         C                         
That the world ain’t fucked and we 
                           Ab G Gb
ain’t just doomed to the truth.
 F E F Gb G Ab Db Eb D


               Bb Dm Gm Dm Cm Ebm G 
F x2
So sing a long lalala

Gm F Gm F Gm

[Verse 5]
    Gm     F     Eb Bb
I’m still gonna do all
       Gm        F       Eb
of the things I want to do
        Gm     Gb     Eb   Bb
But the truth at the moment is
    Eb    F      Gm
I’m tired of the truth.
    Eb    F      Gm
I’m tired of the truth.
          Eb    F       Bb
Yeah, I’m tired and I’m through.