Intro: G
G
All these eyes keep pointing at me
D
drawing targets on my back
Em
every evening they see through me
C
that's why i'm on the attack
G
from a club in johnson city
D
to a hotel in cologne
Em
see our pale and sunken faces
C
we're calling anywhere our home
Em G C
and i hope that you find all the peace
C
that i could not find
D G Em C
cos i just can't get it off of my mind
D G Em C
we're a complicated stereotype
G Em C Bm D
G
put a mortgage on our futures
D
put a stopper in our youth
Em
we would worry about it later
C
we were writing our own truce
Em G
and i guess that is why in all the
C C
pictures that i find
D G Em C
we had that little gleam in our eyes
D G Em C
one i haven't seen in such a long time
G Em C Bm D
Em D
but i guess that's how the story goes
Em C
just like a hundred times before
Am Am
but it makes me sick that this is the end
C C
of those memories in a bargain bin
G
and what a sad summarisation
D
for a way to spend your youth
Em
just some cocky drunk teenager
C
mothers thank you for the dues
Em G C
and i hope that you find all the peace C
that i could not find
D G Em C
cos i just can't get it off of my mind
D G Em C
we're a complicated stereotype
D G Em C
when we had that little gleam in our eyes
D G Em C
one i haven't seen in such a long time