D A G Brown paper bags metal cans.D A Em Sixty degrees fahrenheit.D F# We can't see the stars tonightG Em ‘cause apartments generate ambient lightA F#m G And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.D A G Hours later we're getting thereD A Em Meters away from the shoreD F# My forty of Corona is justG Em drops away from being kickedA G D And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.D G Bm When you stayed overnight making out with a strangerEm D in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a strangerG and you came home at six in the morningBm Em after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the partyD A G I thought that we'd never grow up.D A D I thought that we'd never grow up.D A G Now all my friends rise at eight.D A Em They go to sleep before midnight.D F# And I just wanna drink 'til threeG Em Embarrassing myself publicly.A Bb And you all used to be just like meBm C You fuckers used to be just like me.D G So now I sit and stew alone.Bm Everyone's already sleeping.Em Everybody's moved awayD and can pay their bills on time.G Bm No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.Em God I hate this fucking place.D God I hate what happened to me.A G You promised we'd stay best of friends.D A G But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up. p.m.E5 A5 And it kills me. Yeah it kills meD B5 that I don’t know what I can do.E5 E5 E5 E5 I can’t breathe correctly andC#5 C#5 C#5 C#5 I can’t sleep or anything andD F# G Gm I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything.D A G Now every night is miserable.D A Em So sad I can't even get drunk.D F# So let's go out just one last time.G Em Let's finish off a box of wine.A Bb Do shots of yukon jack and lime.Bm C D Can we drink 'til I fucking die?G I'll make you party at my funeralBm 'Cause mourning is for suckers.Em I'll rent a ferris wheel andD cotton candy machine and have open barG with all the Pabst that you can drinkBm the PA blasting my Clash records.Em You'll finally know that life's okayD Even when bad things happen.D A GD A G So just one more beer, then grow up.D A G So just one more beer, then grow up.D F# So just one more beer.G Go to work.Em Pay your bills.D Eat a dick.A D One more beer, THEN grow up.
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