E
I can't help myself
N.C.
I keep ending up in Memorial Park
N.C.
Breaking fingernails while I claw at the frozen ground
         E
Cause as long as I'm home
      G#m           F#
I can dig up these bones
        E                        G#m  F#
There's no point to just letting go
        E                                 G#m         F#
And as long as you've known me I've been backing out slowly
E              G#m  F#         B
I won't end up underneath the snow
   G#m   F#
Oh-oh
     B
the snow
   G#m   F#
Oh-oh

[Verse]

        E               G#m   F#
This is where it's been
     E                 G#m
The manger scene every Christmas
F#           E    G#m   F#
Next to the cannon
       E                       G#m
Every year someone steals baby Jesus
F#      B         C#m
Nobody stops them
        E        B    C#m   E
It's a nice tradition

[Chorus]

B
I'll put my life back together in silence
     A                  E
While writing songs on Molly's guitar
      B
And Suburbia, stop pushing
A                E
I know what I'm doing

[Verse]

     E            G#m   F#
So I moved myself
         E
and two boxes of things
       G#m       F#      E              G#m   F#
To the basement room at Richie's house
         E                 G#m   F#
And I'm happy here for now
        E                            G#m      F#
Because I've been in search of some steadier footing, or
E                     G#m   F#
Just a place to call home
E                     G#m           F#
I know that I'm introspective when broken, but
E                  G#m         F#           B    G#m
I've been spending most of my nights here alone
     F#           B                     G#m      F#
And that doesn't scare me like it did a year ago

[Chorus]

B
I'll put my life back together in silence
     A                  E
While writing songs on Molly's guitar
      B
And Suburbia, stop pushing
A               E
I know what I'm doing
   B
Suburbia, stop pushing
A               E
I know what I'm doing
   B
Suburbia, stop pushing
A               E
I know what I'm doing

[Interlude]

B G#m F# E F# (x2)

[Bridge]

B                 G#m   F#
I had dreams of myself
E             F#                   B
As the Allen Ginsberg of this generation
                                    E
But without the talent, madness or vision
         F#
I guess it's looking hopeless
E                  G#m         F#      E
We're a city left digging out cars in unison
     G#m     F#         E
And humming like we've healed
                  G#m     F#
I know we've got miles to go, but
E               G#m    F#
I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel