Matt Pless - What you will

I ^Chad a friend who had to vent On a ^C/Btime that left him quite verklempt ^AmI asked exactly what he meant And ^Fhelplessly he ^Gsaid: "^CI'm just a boy with a broken dream And ^C/Ba chemical dependency That's ^Ameating up what's left of me While ^Fthey say plan ^Gahead" He ^Amasked his father "^C/Bwhat's the point? The ^Ffuture ain't too ^Gbright." Then ^Amdad replied for the ^C/Bfirst time: "I ^Fthink you might be ^Gright" Cause your ^Cgeneration's on ^Gmedication ^CBlinded by ^Ginebriation ^CWallowing in pro^Gcrastination ^CFrankly bored of ^Geducation ^CLive in fear of ^Gforeign nations ^CNuclear an^Gnihilation ^CSearching for an ^Gexplanation ^CWhile I have the ^Grealization ^Fthat it's all my ^Gfault And such is ^Clife

I ^Cheld a girl for a bit of a while In an ^C/Bage where a smile was out of style She ^Ammade denial seem worth while I ^Fnever quite knew ^Ghow She ^Chad a voice and a wish for fame And ^C/Bclaimed the world would know here name I ^Amtold her I once felt the same But ^Flook where I am ^Gnow So ^Amdarling, keep your ^C/Bhead on straight The ^Fvision won't ^Gpan out She'd ^Amsay "I always ^C/Bget my way and ^FYou can just ^Gget out!" So she ^Cworked real hard and she ^Gdanced away But ^Cshe put a play for her ^Gmirror all day And the ^Cyears went by, she ^Gturned 28 ^COver the hill and a ^Glittle too late With ^Cdeteriorating ^Gmental health The ^Cpresident's dead cause she ^Gproved herself And ^Cthough you never ^Gheard her sing She's ^Con magazines and ^GTV screens While she ^Csits and smiles in a ^Gprison cell Where she ^Chung herself with a ^Gstudded belt She ^Fwent out like a ^Gstar And such is ^Clife

I ^Cknew a fella so tried and true He's a ^C/Blot like me and a bit like you Who ^Amstruggled through what bound him to A ^Fsocial web of ^Glies He ^Csaw the things he chose to see In^C/Bside a world of fantasy And ^Amnever fit too comfortably In ^Fanybody's ^Geyes But, ^Amwhen the system ^C/Bpulled his card And ^Fsaid, "You turned out ^Gright" We ^Amfed you fear for ^C/B18 years ^FPreparing for a ^Gfight So, ^Cson get off that ^Gunicorn and ^Ccome try on this ^Guniform Cause ^Cthese are the colors that ^Gnever run: ^CRed, white, blue, and a ^Gsilver gun Though he ^Cnever laid a finger on ^Ganyone, he just ^Csang his songs and ^Ghad his fun On the ^Cbattlefield he ^Gmet his end When he ^Ctook a bullet to ^Gsave his friend His ^Cmom got word the ^Gother day In a ^Cletter that read, "^GThanks anyway" But ^Fthat's how freedom ^Grings. And such is ^Clife

My ^Cthought on everybody else Would ^C/Blead me back to view myself And ^Amtake the sorrow that I felt To ^Fbuild a case-in-^Gpoint My ^Chome sweet home of lemon drops Where ^C/Bdinner's served on counter tops The ^Amhealthy family unit stops When ^Fparents ^Gdisappoint The ^Amstranger's hand that ^C/Bfeeds you is a ^Fjackal in ^Gdisguise That ^Amsends us poison ^C/Barrows from a^Fpocalyptic ^Gskies There's a ^Cfallout child with an ^Gempty face Who'll ^Cfinish last in the ^Ghuman race In a ^Cvegetative state at his ^Gparents' place An ^Cashamed disgraced who's a^Gfraid to age His ^Crage enslaves a ^Gcaged white dove Who's ^Craised on drugs and ^Gselfish love The ^Cproduct of a ^Gtime defined by ^Cme, myself, and ^GI combined With a ^Cslow decline on a ^Gstring of pills While the ^Cworld keeps turning, we're ^Gstanding still And ^Fgrowing up all ^Gwrong The ^Fsandbox lines are ^Gdrawn The ^Fbackward beat goes ^Gon And such is ^Clife