Motion City Soundtrack - L.g. fuad

^CLet's get fucked up an^C/Bd die. ^CI am speaking f^Figurat^Gively of co^Curse. ^CLike the last time that^C/B I committed s^Amuicide. "Social s^Guicide." ^CYeah, so I'm alread^C/By dead, ^COn the inside but ^FI can st^Gill pret^Cend. ^CWith my memories and p^C/Bhotographs I have l^Amearned to love the l^Gie. [Chorus] ^FI want to know what its l^Gike to be awkward and i^Amnnocent, not bell^Gigerent. ^FI want to know how it f^Geels to be useful and p^Amertinent and have c^Gommon sense, yeah. ^FLet me in, let me i^Gnto the club 'cause I ^Amwant to belong, And I ^G/Bneed to get strong. And if m^Femory serves I'm add^Gicted to words. And they're u^Cseless...in this department. [Verse] ^CLet's get fucked up an^C/Bd die. ^CI'm riding hard on the ^Flast legs of ^Gevery ^Clie. ^CAnd the BMX ^C/Bbike of my life is ^Amabout to explode. I'm ab^Gout to explode. ^CI'm a mess I'm ^C/Ba wreck. ^CI am perfect and ^FI have l^Gearned to acc^Cept, ^CAll my problems and s^C/Bhortcomings 'cause I'm so v^Amisceral, yet d^Geeply inept. [Chorus] ^FI want to thank you for b^Geing a part of my ^Am"Forget me nots and^G marigolds ^Fand other things that d^Gon't get old." Is it l^Amegal to do this? ^GI surely don't know. ^FIt's the only way ^GI have learned to expr^Amess myself, Through other ^G/Bpeoples descriptions of life. ^FI'm afraid, I'm al^Gone and entirely u^Cseless...in this department. [Verse] ^CLet's get fucked up and ^C/Bdie. ^CFor the last time with f^Feelings we'll t^Gry not to sm^Cile. ^CAs we cover our h^C/Beads and drink heavily ^Aminto the nights that still sh^Gock and surprise. ^CI believe that ^C/BI can^C overcome this and ^Fbeat everyth^Ging in the ^Cend. ^CBut I choose to ab^C/Buse for the time being. ^AmMaybe I'll win. But for ^Gnow I've decided to die. [Chorus] ^FSister Souljah, you've ^Gbeen such a positive ^Aminfluence on my ^Gmental frame. ^FIf I could ever rep^Gay you I would, but I'm h^Amard up for cash and my m^Gemory lacks initiative. ^FGoddamn, the ^Gliquor store's closed. We wer^Ame so close to scoring. It h^G/Burts, it destroys, 'til it ^Fkills. I am tired and ^Ghungry and totally ^Cuseless...in this department.