Old Crap

Bb Dm          Gm  Dm
Go back to the old crap
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To the things you tell yourself you’ve gotten through.

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But it’s just been a week of
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Desperately trying not to sweat off the glue

[Chorus]
           Gm F          Eb Bb
‘Cause the body wants to do things
         Gm   F        Ebmaj7
that the body wants to do.

       Gm    Gb        F  Bb
It’s a shell coated in candy
        Eb          F         Gm
for the ground that waits for you.

[Verse 2]
         Bb      Dm
Rip your friends off.
        Gm  Dm
Write a new song,
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Call it “Shame” and claim its indelible truths,

         Bb  Dm
Play the victim,
     Gm   Dm
Be a shithead,
          Cm       Ab                Bb
Throw the blame at anyone coming for you

[Chorus 2]
           Gm      F     Eb Bb
‘Cause the brain’s gonna do things
         Gm      F     Ebmaj7
that the brain’s gonna do.

        Gm    Gb      F   Bb
I’m the worst kind of person
        Eb       F         Gm
And I’m still in love with you.

(Gm) D  Gm  D

[Verse 3]
Gm               D
Howzit animosity can just cut right through
             Gm                        D
the fog of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone

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and it shapeshifts into guilt that corners you into rights and wrongs
           Bb                       Dm                 Gm                Dm
‘cause you told yourself you’re the kind of person who knows how to move on

        Gm                              D
and the only way to trick yourself into not feeling insane
        Gm                         D
are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain?

              Bb                     Dm                   Gm       Dm
You know that nothing’s real but you sink your hooks into mistakes anyway
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and you’re paralyzed by the how’s and why’s because people never change.

[Verse 4]
        Eb
You can call it "angst" but I ain’t seen proof
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That the world ain’t fucked and we ain’t just doomed to the truth.

               Bb Dm Gm Dm Cm Ebm G F x2
So sing a long lalala

Gm F Gm F Gm

[Verse 5]
    Gm     F     Eb Bb
I’m still gonna do all
       Gm        F       Eb
of the things I want to do
        Gm     Gb     Eb   Bb
But the truth at the moment is
    Eb    F      Gm
I’m tired of the truth.
    Eb    F      Gm
I’m tired of the truth.
          Eb    F       Bb
Yeah, I’m tired and I’m through.