Fifteen

RIFF 1
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VERSE 1
G                Cm               
Hate your friends cos they're the 
Am             Cm
only ones that make you want to die.
G        Cm                   Am
And they make their scene the 
                    Cm
prison queen, they'll never get it 
right
    G                         C   
The mirror on the living room wall
               Cm
 aint been too kind since you hit 
grade four.
CHORUS
G    E/G#      Am            
           But honestly, the last 
D/F#
thing he'll say tonight.
G    E/G#                Am     
           Just put your things 
          D/F#
away, you know its just not your 
time.
(RIFF 1)
VERSE 2
         G          Cm            
He's the boy you got and here's 
  Am               Cm
the ticket stub that never won a 
prize.
G               Cm               
And and there's no hard sell cos 
    Am          Cm
he's got a face come straight from a
 fight.
G                    C           
But he answers we he calls and 
   Cm
he's under six feet tall.
Continues after the ad
G   E/G#      Am            
          But honestly, the last 
D/F#
thing he'll say tonight.
Just put your things away, you know 
its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)

BRIDGE
Em  Em                       
       He's big and dumb like a 
   A A
dagwood dog.
    Cm Cm                 G     G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
              Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
  A A                       D    
I feel it in your gut takes aint 
   D/C   D/B   D/Bb
no ready stars and
G               Cm                
Hate your friends cos they're the 
Am             Cm
only ones that make you want to die.
G        Cm                   Am
And they make their scene the 
                    Cm
prison queen, they'll never get it 
right
G                     C          
The ones who shine so bright are 
        Cm
made of broke come Friday night.
CHORUS
G    E/G#      Am            
           But honestly, the last 
D/F#
thing he'll say tonight.
G    E/G#                Am     
           Just put your things 
          D/F#
away, you know its just not your
BRIDGE
Em Em                       
      He's big and dumb like a 
   A A
dagwood dog.
    Cm Cm                 G     G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
              Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
  A A                       D    
I feel it in your gut takes aint 
   D/C   D/B   D/Bb
no ready stars and
G     E/G#      Am            
            But honestly, the last 
D/F#
thing he'll say tonight.
G     E/G#                Am    
            Just put your things
           D/F#
 away, you know its just not your 
time.
G     E/G#  Am                   
            That's the way we're 
D/F#
gonna get it right. (RIFF 1)