Exceptionally Unexceptional

A, C, G, F

A 57xxxx
C x35xxx
G 35xxxx
F 13xxxx


[Intro]
A C G
A C G F
A C G


[Verse]
          A                 C     
Well your parents said it’s cool 
     G             F
if we sleep in your room
         A              C
And I am laying on your bed
                 G               
Your friends are sleeping through 
     G
the windows
        A                   C  
Take my hand and close your eyes 
              G                
with broken knees and glazed up 
   F
highs
             A               C    
I think that we can steal a car if
      G                F
 everything falls into place
          A         C             
Well I am here again in all these 
G        F
bullshit shows
            A               C 
With all my dumbest friends who 
             G       F
think it’s cool to smoke
          A              C
Well I am staring at the ground
       G              F
I was counting all my toes
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            A            C        
Because the kid in front me I 
       G               F
think that he will slit my throat


[Chorus]
           A          C       G  
But I was nothing more than a 
        F
tire swing
             A           C       
And this was nothing more than a 
G                F
high school thing
             A           C       
And you were nothing more than a 
G         F
tire swing
             A           C       
And this was nothing more than a 
G                 F
high school thing, oh

A C G F x2


[Verse]
         A                   C
And I am running through the yard
      G            F
I was jumping over fences
         A               C
There is dirt in both my eyes
            G                 F
Because your brother threw me down
          A                  C
And I was sprinting down the street
             G              F
I think I’ve broken both my legs
              A                C  
But I’ve been climbing up this 
           G            F
tree so I can get the fuck away
         A          C
And I am here again
          G             F
Locked up inside my room
            A              C
With all my asshole friends
          G              F
Sit back, enjoy the view
         A             C
And I am staring at the wall
     G               F
I am painting my own picture
            A             C       
One where I don’t move away and 
       G               F
say “Oh, God, yeah, do I miss her,”


[Chorus]
           A          C       G  
But I was nothing more than a 
        F
tire swing
             A           C       
And this was nothing more than a 
G                F
high school thing
             A           C       
And you were nothing more than a 
G         F
tire swing
             A           C       
And this was nothing more than a 
G                 F
high school thing, oh


[Otro]
A C G F
A C G Pause, F