Oak Square

B

C#m B (x8)

[Verse]

C#m                          B   
Oh, I climb the wooden stairs to 
                    F#m
my apartment in the city
with dark brown molding and white 
 E
walls.
C#m                           B  
I search my bank account for 
                     F#m
traces of the forty-hour weeks
                              E    
I’ve been working since last fall.
C#m   B


[Chorus]

C#m                          E
Give me a list of alarms to set,
                              F#m
I’ll tuck myself into bed and hope 
that I can sleep in
        E
on the weekends.
C#m
Another slave to a paycheck,
A
a silent servant to my monthly rent,
        F#m                      
what’s keeping me from sinking in 
       E        C#m  B
the deep end?

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C#m                          B
Now there’s something to be said
                          F#m
for a firm lack of common sense,
                                 A
'cause god knows getting in the van 
isn’t paying rent.
C#m                       B
And now my older friends
are all getting married with kids,
F#m

and I’m just stoked to play a 
 A        C#m
basement.
                          F#m
What's right and wrong in times like
 these?

[Chorus]

C#m                          E
Give me a list of alarms to set,
                              F#m
I’ll tuck myself into bed and hope 
that I can sleep in
        E
on the weekends.
C#m
Another slave to a paycheck,
A
a silent servant to my monthly rent,
        F#m                      
what’s keeping me from sinking in 
       E
the deep end?

[Bridge]

                     C#m
And all I can do is stall
                        C
while the plans we make
become grit in the storm drain’s 
B
teeth,
                         Bb
and the rain is getting harder every
 week.
A                          G#m
.....Now the plans we make
become grit in the storm drain’s 
F#m
teeth,
N.C.
and the puddles are growing deeper 
at my feet.

[Chorus]

C#m                          E
Give me a list of alarms to set,
                              F#m
I’ll tuck myself into bed and hope 
that I can sleep in
        E
on the weekends.
C#m
Another slave to a paycheck,
A
a silent servant to my monthly rent,
    F#m
I'm sinking, I'm sinking
     E                             
I'm sinking, I'm sinking, I'm 
                     C#m
saying I'm sinking again