CCC

Verse 1

F C G

What was the time? Mom, I don’t know and don’t wanna talk.

What was he thinking about? It’s all his own fault.

What’s he wishing for? Just a way out.

Interlude: Am G

Am F G

Run back, try hard quips; awkward attempts.

Teased flaws, baby blue pants don’t work with that.

Spiritual crippleness, where are my friends?

F C G

Where’s that confidence? You should of earned it by now.

I’ve been here 4 years now, you’ve got in somehow.

I locked my keys in my car. I saw ya drove I didn’t want you to go.

Interlude: Am G

Am F G

Ya made me, pack up that pick up truck

Cigars, campfire hymns, measurin’ dicks

Flat bed, barely fit all my stuff

Am F C G

What am I suppose to do?

How am I suppose to feel?

Who am I suppose to trust now?

Where am I suppose to go?

When am I going to change?

Why do these voices shout (so loud)?

Outro: F C G 2x