Going To Bed Now

G
What do you give someone
Bm                            Em 
Who's already got one of 
                     C
everything you thought would be the 
perfect
Em              C            
Accoutrement to their unnerving 
   G  C   D
temperament?
G       C  G
Attention

             G                  
What could a lowly peasant being 
        Bm
like myself
                         Em        
Offer a perfect pleasant savior of 
  C
humanity
       Em          C               
The redeemer of us sickly, sinning 
G             D
hillbillies?
G        C  Asus4  G/B
Attention


[Chorus]
C             D          Em
Just one more resounding stab at all
 the others
                         D
You've almost blown your cover
         C
But your traps don't stick
         D
One more bottle should do the trick
           Em                      
Discreetly cleansing the remnants 
         D
of every disdainful quip
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C            D
You found no escape route
      G        G/F   Em          
But I know you well enough to 
      C
hate you now
                 Am/C
It's too bad you haven't figured 
that out


G - C - D - C


[Verse]
G
What do you call someone
Bm                     Em        
Who calls you out on DIY ethics 
   C
you don't embody
Em               C               
As he drains his dad and mommy's 
G            D
monthly data plan?
G          C
An asshole
        G
With an iPhone


[Chorus]
G                      Bm
I'll admit, I'm in the same boat
                  Em
Caught between my adolescent safety 
net
    C                        G
And where the world wants me to be
                Asus4
But I never use that as an excuse
   Em                   C
To treat my friends the way that you
 treat me


Em - Em/Eb - C
Em - D - G - Asus4
D (quick) C5 - D5 - C5 - D5 - C5 - 
D5 - Eb5 - E5 - F5 - F#5 (etc)
^(this is done quickly just strum 
fast, while moving your fingers up 
the neck)


[Chorus]
C             D          Em
Just one more distorted, sad attempt
 at humor
                          D        
From the jagged, bleeding tumor in 
    C
our throat
              D                 
Malignance at best, and quick to 
   Em
address yourself
As anything other than what we've 
D            C
learned to expect
           D        (Dead Strum)
The patron saint of Good God Damn
G    G/F            Em
I'll kick myself to sleep
                           C     
Before I shake that grimy, dirty, 
                   Cm
crusted, arrogant hand
                   G
So please leave my house