Better Oblivion Community Center - Little trouble

I got a bad thought, you can m^Gake it r^Fight ^C Fell on the concrete with all my might Got u^Cp, dusted myself off, now I'm re^Gady for the f^Fight ^C

^CNot every prodigy can age that well Not every mannequin can st^Gand so fucking s^Ftill

When everyone's g^Emone^F, ^Gyou're d^Amanc^Eming^F a^Glone When ever^Amything's ^Emdon^Fe,^G still wo^Amrki^Emng ^Fth^Ge phones

For la^Czy tarot readings on ^Dmhot June nights Right n^Amext to that bodega's a n^Geon sign They'll t^Cell you you were famous in so^Dmme past life But ^Emnow you're just a Regular ^FJoe, whose cover is^C blown ^G

^CWell, tell me, baby, what's your biggest conceit? Is it that you did it, or you di^Gd it with ^Fme? ^C

You found o^Cne song that you^F like, and^G you ju^Fst play^C it on repeat

^CNot every certain death can be so brave Not every psychopath can a^Gct so well-beh^Faved

But what if the b^Emomb^F j^Gust do^Amesn^Em't ^Fgo^G off? Still p^Amlaying that ^Emson^Fg ^G Still da^Amncing alo^Emne ^{F G}

For clu^Cmsy ballerinas with Da^Dmd's blank check There's a pl^Amace in Altadena that sou^Gnds perfect Well, they'll le^Ct you be the swan even w^Dmith missteps And cl^Amap until your body is s^Fore

For no^Cw it's just a matter of right^Dm place, right time Singing "Eve^Amry little thing's gonna b^Ge all right" On some pre^Ctty college campus with sk^Dmin so white Three ch^Emords and an expensive g^Fuitar It's the luck of the dr^Caw ^G

Found a pl^Cace to blind your darkness with br^Dmight strobe lights No co^Amps, no fire marshals, can da^Gnce all night With your sa^Cd-eyed doppelgannger you look^Dm just like Your hear^Emtbreak's not your own anym^Fore

I'll te^Cll you that I love you, I'll scre^Dmam it twice You as^Amk over the music, "Did I he^Gar that right?"

Yes, I sw^Cear I told you in so^Dmme past life Right be^Emfore they count^Fed us off It's the luck of the dr^Caw