Local Man Ruins Everything

[Intro] Am  G  C  F
        Am  G  C  F

[First Part]

F                      G
  The fountain was off
              C                 
This is the first time I’ve been 
                             F
back to the city in months
                 G                 
I’m trying to hold it together but 
C
irony’s found cracks in the 
foundation

[Second Part]

F              G
  And you know
  C
I try so hard to be some great white
 hope
    F                 G           
But I can’t shake the feeling that
   Am              Dm       F    
 tonight I’m gonna end up shaking
     G
 in bed
  C
alone

[Chorus]

Am                       G       
  I’m not a self-help book; I’m 
                     C
just a fucked up kid
                  F              
I had to take my own advice and I 
   Am
did
           G                C    F
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in

Am            G              
  Expect me standing tall, back 
        C
against the wall
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          F
'Cause what I learned was
Am                 G
   It’s not about forcing happiness
C                                 
It’s about not letting the sadness
      F
 win

( F  G  C )

             F
I don’t have roses in the closet
             C
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
     F
It’s everything left in me
        C
Not to stare at them anymore
  F                            
I walked upstairs and shaved my 
  C
beard
            F
I felt like I was holding sadness 
here
C
(I was holding sadness here)

( F  C  F  C )

[Chorus]

Am                       G       
  I’m not a self-help book; I’m 
                     C
just a fucked up kid
                  F              
I had to take my own advice and I 
   Am
did
         G                 C    F
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in
Am             G             
  Expect me standing tall, back 
        C
against the wall
       F
'Cause what I learned was
Am                G
   It’s not about forcing happiness
C                                 
It’s about not letting the sadness
    F
 win

             F            G
I don’t have roses in the closet
             C
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
     F                G
It’s everything left in me
         C
Not to stare at them anymore

Am                       G       
  I’m not a self-help book; I’m 
                     C
just a fucked up kid
                   F             
I had to take my own advice and I 
    Am
did
                        G          
I’m not a self-help book; I’m just 
                 C
a fucked up kid
I had to take my own advice and I 
   F
did

[Ending] F  C  G
        F  C  G