Local Man Ruins Everything

[Intro] Am  G  C  F
        Am  G  C  F

[Primeira Parte]

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

[Segunda Parte]

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

[Refrão]

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

Am            G                      C
  Expect me standing tall, back against the wall
          F
'Cause what I learned was
Am                 G
   It’s not about forcing happiness
C                                       F
It’s about not letting the sadness 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                              C
I walked upstairs and shaved my beard
            F
I felt like I was holding sadness here
C
(I was holding sadness here)

( F  C  F  C )

[Refrão]

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

[Final] F  C  G
        F  C  G