F#                                                 B
When I was younger, I wish that I would have known better.
                                                            F#
Better love makes a fat romance, that lasts for more than a shoe shine.
                                    B
I’m older, took all the words of my mother, saying,
It could be worse, could be born with that disease, instead of catching it first.
Ebm                                  Db5                            B5         
So let’s go back, to the first time, that I met you, in your Chevy, with your hands stretched,
 and me 
                    Db5
crying, screaming, “Mercy. Mercy.”
Ebm                                       Db5                       B5
But I know that, I was put here, to fight Vikings, in the cold war, with my arms out,
 in the front 
                 Db5
lines, singing, “Dare me. Dare me.”

[Chorus]
B
But these things take time love.
F#
These things take backbone.
Ebm                                                               Db5
And they’ll tell you what you want to hear ’cause they think it’s better. Better.
B                       F#
But you better know how to point out the liars.
Ebm                                                             Db5
You’ve got to weigh your wars make sure you’re not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
                     B5
Are you fighting for nothing?

Verse 2
F#                                               B
It feels like this world has been growing slowly upside down.
Maybe I should move to China, and straighten this mess out.
                F#
Maybe I’ll be a poet.
                      B
Watch all the sky for falling words.
And write about my grandma’s curtains, or the lady who put the Chinese buffet in her purse.
Ebm                               Db5         
I’ve got my mouth. It’s a weapon. It’s a bombshell. 
               B5
It’s a cannon. I’ve got my words.
                  Db5
I won’t give them mercy. Mercy. 

[Chorus]

Solo: 
Ebm  Db5  B5 Db5 (x2)

Bridge
Ebm                Db5
I’ve got my words. I hope they hurt you.
B5
I hope they scar you. I hope they heal you.
Ebm                                                        Db5
I hope they cut you open, make you see you’ve been warring for all the wrong reasons.
                                  B5
Make you see that some things are worth bruising for.
                                    Db5
Make you see that your name is your honor code.
                                    Ebm
Make you see that your hands you’re accounted for.
                                          Db5
Pick and choose where your sweat and your blood will go.
                                   B5
Make you see your life’s not to be lived alone.
                                               Db5
Run their spit through your hair, you’re worth nothing. Nothing.