Beck - Modesto

^GYou came, you went, my ^Cmind it got ^Ga dent I couldn't make my rent, cause ^Dall my cash was lent This ^Gtown is filled, with ^Cthousand-dollar-^Gbills Lamenated songs, ^Dcontaminaded lawns Well we ^Cate about fifteen times a ^Gday ^CStaring through a bag of frito-^Glay And I ^Cplay with the fire in the s^Gtove When my ^Aeyes peel out and my ^Cfingertips get ^Gcold Well it's ^Breal and it's fake And it's ^Gflaming like a steak And she's ^Bputting out my face With the ^Grake Oh ^Ahoney you knew,^C that you were my ^Gone and only ^Dblur ^GUnglued, depressed, the ^Cmeatloaf in my ^Gchest Personality test, I ^Dfailed with the best And I ^Gstopped and I stormed And I ^Cpast out in your ^Gdorm

I ^Dcouldn't catch a ride But the ^Csubwaytrains speak to me ^Gnow I'm ^Cbrowsing through the supermarket ^Gtown And the ^Cgirls don't talk when I'm ^Garound And I'm ^Afeeling bad even ^Cthough nothing's ^Gwrong