Camp Cope - West side story

^Em7Tried to get the audience out from inside my ^Cadd9head ^Em7And the things you say are beautiful, but they don’t make very much ^Cadd9sense ^Em7From the day that I was born, they ^Dtook me for all that I ^Cadd9had ^Em7And I let them, ‘^Cadd9cause they let me in ^Em7I'm so weak, I can ^Dbarely hold this instru^Cadd9ment

^GI wanna ^Ddo whatever you wan^Cadd9na do ^GI wanna ^Dmake fun of cops wi^Cadd9th you

^Em7You went on tour and I went on medic^Cadd9ation ^Em7I’ve been stuck in this waiting room and they’re telling me to stay ^Cadd9patient ^Em7So, I’ll close my eyes and I’ll ^Dsing this song fo^Cadd9r you ^Em7Celebrate with a joint or two, and a ^Cadd9new backyard tattoo ^Em7And think of the time that we spent watching ^DX-Files in your l^Cadd9iving room

^GI wanna ^Ddo whatever you wan^Cadd9na do ^GI wanna ^Dfind every truth wi^Cadd9th you

^Em7And it all comes down to the knowledge that we’re gonna ^Cadd9die ^Em7Find comfort in that or be scared for the rest of your ^Cadd9life ^Em7So, I sing and I scream and I s^Dtrum and I try to help^Cadd9 out ^Em7’Til I can build a little house that the ^Cadd9government doesn’t know about ^Em7But I’d rather be right here than ^Danywhere else, ^Cadd9right now

^GI wanna ^Ddo whatever you wan^Cadd9na do ^GI wanna ^Dwatch the empire fa^Cadd9ll with you

^EmAnd it’s fucking with me ^Dthat you didn’t see that ^Cit wasn’t them and it was always ^Emme who ^Dknew too ^Cmuch ^EmAnd I’m no storyteller the ^Dway you are, I’m just an angry ^Ckid who got given a guitar ^EmBut how dare you say that ^DI’m too ^Cyoung ^EmTo know that the ticket prices are ^Dgoing up and the ^Ctrains still aren’t on time ^EmAnd the thugs that patrol the ^Dlines are the reason I’ll ^Cnever pay my fines ^EmAnd prescription prices are ^Dgoing up and we^C’re not making any more money ^EmTony’s wallet’s getting ^Dheavy, ^CGina's stomach is far from empty ^EmAnd it’s too many in ^Dmy mind and now I’m^C living on the west side ^EmYou say “Breathe it in, ^Dbreathe it out”, ^Cyou don’t know what you’re talking about ^EmAnd it’s eating away at my ^Dinsides and now I’m ^Cliving on the west side ^EmAnd my mother s^Days I’ve gotten ^Cthin ^EmDon’t wanna see you for a ^Dcouple of years but ^Cyours is a funeral I’d fly to from anywhere ^Em