State Lines - For the boats

^F# You were well dressed. Some kid called you ^B"fresh to death" and I ^Abmjust left Through the ^F#back door thinking, "Oh hell, I ^Bwanna wanna go ^Abmhome."

But it's ^F#like you never left, yeah your rotten ^Bscents is on my rotting breath^{Abm F#}and it's scaring everyone to death and off like a ^Bflame to the neck. Like a ^Abmlit cigarette, you're ^F#killing me with every breath, And every ^Bbreath's another regret.^Abm You're a c^F#igarette. Yeah, you're ^Bcancer in a fucking stick.^Abm

^F#And I'm sick of being chained down, of being ^Bchained down in this town^Abm Like ^F#everyone else around, hands in my ^Bpocket, always looking ^Abmdown. I'm sick of over^F#priced books. Sick of the ^Bclassrooms filled with ^Abmnothing but dirty looks. I'm ^F#sick of hating everything. I'm sick of e^Bvery song I'll ever si^Abmng. But I ^F#know, yeah I know there's gotta be more Than^B all that surrounds me, a^Abmll I abhor. Like these ^F#frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks ^BSewn on like a fucking badge. ^AbmOh, please kill me ^F#Or just promise me that theres something more And ^Btell me it's waiting ^Abmout my front door. I ^F#swear I would start today. Oh, if ^Bonly I could stop the ra^Abmin.