Fmaj7 C
The battle is over.
Fmaj7 C
Here we all lie
Fmaj7 Am
In a dry sea of Solo cups
Fmaj7 G
With the sun in our eyes.
Fmaj7 C
But it's one of those endings
Fmaj7 C Am D
Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's mo-re.
D/F# G F Em Dm C
What a great way to start the first day of the rest of my life.
Fmaj7 C
I guess the show's going on.
Fmaj7 Am
So we pick up the pieces
Fmaj7 G
We dropped for a song
Dm C
And an ear-splitting headache
Fmaj7 C Am D
That makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're f-or.
F G#
But I can leave this part out of the story I write.
G F Em Dm Fm Bb6
And there are worse ways to start the first day of the rest of my life.
Fm Bb6
Roommates, friends, lovers - quiet.
I'm coming to.
Fm Bb6
I'm turning myself in-to some-thing a little less promising,
F
A little mo-re useful.
(F)
The battle is over.
F Em Dm C Am D
We lost, but we'll live to call off the war.
Am D
Don't that ceiling look high from the floor?
F G#
Don't it hurt just to move As we shrink from the light?
Bb Dm C
As it pierces our bodies and thaws out our hearts.
G/B Am G Fmaj7 Fm
What a great way to start the first day of the rest of
C
The rest of my life.
Fmaj7 C/E Dm C