F#sus
E|-------|
B|-------|
G|-------|
D|---4---|
A|---4---|
E|---2---|

[Intro]
G F#sus Em C Am
A D
G Bm Em D

[Verse 1]
G                       Em
Connecticut. Not really where I want to go
            Bm                            Am
But it's as far as I can drive in twelve inches of snow
     A                           D                   G    Bm Em D
In a broken Econoline. It's equidistant to going out east
     G
Well thanks guys!
                 B
Uh, did you like the way we played?
           Em
Thanks for buying the CD!
       Am
Can we please stay at your place?
        A              D
Because at home no one waits for me
       Em
I lost count
                A                         D
How many I Love You's you said were never true

I'm breaking free from you

[Chorus]
G
And when you realize your wrong, I'll already be gone
        B
And you won't be seeing me again (no not again)
Em                                 B
I'll be dead in a cardboard box in transit back to Long Island
    C               G             C             G
And you'll feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
     C          G         Cm
Like I felt the weight of everyone who never gave a fuck about me

G Bm Em D x2

[Verse 2]
G                    Em
Mobile phone doesn't work very well
         Bm                          Am
But if I get away from here, I'm an expatriate from hell
                        D                            G     Bm E D
And once you break free it wouldn't make sense to go back
G                       B
To Long Island: where I knew I was alone
     Em                           Am
Idly sitting by and waiting after breaking back into my home
A                 D
No one cared that I was back
   Em
So goodbye
                    A
I'll forget what to bring
                      D
Who cares? Fuck everything

See the world and sing

[Chorus]
G
And when you realize your wrong, I'll already be gone
        B
And you won't be seeing me again (no not again)
Em                                 B
I'll be dead in a cardboard box in transit back to Long Island
    C               G             C             G
And you'll feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
     C          G         Cm                                   D
Like I felt the weight of everyone who never gave a fuck about me

[Verse 3]
D             C                   G D
It seems like we had a good start
D         C                G
But every start has got to stop
D
The last words you'll ever hear from me:
Em                         F
"The only way you can be free is to say
C          Fm      B
"Fuck this place I call my home!"
G Bm Em D (x4 at first, and then until the end of the song)


[Outro]
N.C.
I'm giving up the burden that was giving up on me (on me)
N.C.
The burden that was giving up on me (on me)
N.C.
The burden that was giving up on me (on me)
N.C.
Never gave a fuck about me