WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | The Wonder Years - My Last Semester Chords | Ver. 2
capo 7
palm mute)
G
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
Em Am
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
D
So I could stand up straight.
G
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.
Em
The homophobic bullsh*t that's somehow okay
Am D (hold)
Just because you didn't mean it that way.
G D
G
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.
Am
sh*tty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
Em D (hold)
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
G Am D
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
G Am D G
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
Am D(hold)
And Matt says I don't fit in.
G
All this mallrat goth sh*t is killing me.
Am D
Thought that would end with high school at least.
G Am
But there are still kids and Matt says
D(hold)
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."
(hold all chords)
G B Em
So they're calling it blasphemy,
D Am
A f**king catastrophe
D(hold)
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
G B Em
But this place just brings misery.
D Am
I hate what it does to me.
D
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
G B Em
I don't fit in with any of this.
G B Em
And I don't think we're the same.
G
I'm f**king losing my head trying to understand this.
Em
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
Am D(hold)
No one wants to hear your sappy bullsh*t.
G D
G
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
Em
Getting lots in return for being substance-less.
Am
You're too caught in semantics to see it,
D(hold)
But you're no f**king different.
G B Em
So they're calling it blasphemy,
D Am
A f**king catastrophe
D(hold)
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
(hold all chords)
G B Em
But this place just brings misery.
D Am
I hate what it does to me.
D
I fight, but I can't escape the way that
G B Em
I don't fit in with any of this.
G B Em
And I don't think we're the same.
G Em Am D
G (palm mute)
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting. G (strum)
Em (palm mute) Em (strum)
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.
G D
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
G D
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
G D
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.
G D
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
(hold all chords)
G B Em
So they're calling it blasphemy,
D Am
A f**king catastrophe
D(hold)
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.
