INTRO RIFF
x2 x2 x2
e|------|------|-1--0--|--------|
B|-1--0-|-1--0-|-1--1--|/--4--4-|
G|-0--0-|-0--0-|-2--2--|/--5--5-| x2
D|-2--2-|-0--0-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
A|-3--3-|-2--2-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
E|------|-3--3-|-------|--------|
Note: Play the first chord for the first three beats, and quickly
switch to the second chord for the final beat before again
quickly switching to the next chord in the next bar - almost
like you're performing a pull off, but actually strumming the
chord again.
[C]well, i'm trying to be [G]patient
yeah, the [F]wheels keep turnin' 'round
but it's a [G#]treadmill and i'm just
dragging my [C]feet. i'm so tired
of every[G]thing-de[F]feated by routine-
by [G#]words that don't mean anything to [C]me
at least not any[G]more, now that
i'm [C]done with the [G]mourning of a
[Am]day without [F]ending. a [C]year of
[G]decadance to [Am]escape from [F]penance
but i [C]suffered and i'm [G]over it
yeah i'm [Am]fine now, but i'm [F]sick of it
i was [C]happy being [G]miserable
Am F >
i used to lay down my head at the bar > Strum these notes slowly
G# > from the bass to high, and
and raise one lonely finger for a drink > let the notes ring out.
(play intro riff again, until:)
[C]it doesn't have to be so [G]difficult
just keep [F]coasting by. so you [G#]lost a limb
well hell, those wounds will heal with [C]time
(but what happens when you loved what [G]you lost?)
you didn't [F]have to cut it off
but [G#]you did and i do and it took
everything i ha[C]d. i wonder if i could
[G]ever get it b[C]ack to how it [G]was,
when i [Am]still thought of [F]love as a
[C]risk i could [G]take-if i was [Am]willing
to [F]make the [C]commitment to [G]rejection
the [Am]mind games, the [F]deception
the [C]late nights under the[G] covers
Am F >
pointing the finger at who ever started >
G# >
whatever we were fighting about >
i guess that i'm [C]fine now
yeah, everything's [G]better
everything's [F]cooled down-it's [G#]all copasetic
we'll [C]move on, off to a [G]better world
to a [F]fresh start where everything's [G#]possible...
[C]but i'm sick of it [G]
yeah, i'm [Am]sick of it [F]
no-i'm [C]sick of it [G]
yeah, i'm [Am]sick of it [F]
[C]
[i] [Am]
so [G]sick
of[Am] it
[F] uh-[C]huh
x2 x2 x2
e|------|------|-1--0--|--------|
B|-1--0-|-1--0-|-1--1--|/--4--4-|
G|-0--0-|-0--0-|-2--2--|/--5--5-| x2
D|-2--2-|-0--0-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
A|-3--3-|-2--2-|-3--3--|/--6--6-|
E|------|-3--3-|-------|--------|
Note: Play the first chord for the first three beats, and quickly
switch to the second chord for the final beat before again
quickly switching to the next chord in the next bar - almost
like you're performing a pull off, but actually strumming the
chord again.
[C]well, i'm trying to be [G]patient
yeah, the [F]wheels keep turnin' 'round
but it's a [G#]treadmill and i'm just
dragging my [C]feet. i'm so tired
of every[G]thing-de[F]feated by routine-
by [G#]words that don't mean anything to [C]me
at least not any[G]more, now that
i'm [C]done with the [G]mourning of a
[Am]day without [F]ending. a [C]year of
[G]decadance to [Am]escape from [F]penance
but i [C]suffered and i'm [G]over it
yeah i'm [Am]fine now, but i'm [F]sick of it
i was [C]happy being [G]miserable
Am F >
i used to lay down my head at the bar > Strum these notes slowly
G# > from the bass to high, and
and raise one lonely finger for a drink > let the notes ring out.
(play intro riff again, until:)
[C]it doesn't have to be so [G]difficult
just keep [F]coasting by. so you [G#]lost a limb
well hell, those wounds will heal with [C]time
(but what happens when you loved what [G]you lost?)
you didn't [F]have to cut it off
but [G#]you did and i do and it took
everything i ha[C]d. i wonder if i could
[G]ever get it b[C]ack to how it [G]was,
when i [Am]still thought of [F]love as a
[C]risk i could [G]take-if i was [Am]willing
to [F]make the [C]commitment to [G]rejection
the [Am]mind games, the [F]deception
the [C]late nights under the[G] covers
Am F >
pointing the finger at who ever started >
G# >
whatever we were fighting about >
i guess that i'm [C]fine now
yeah, everything's [G]better
everything's [F]cooled down-it's [G#]all copasetic
we'll [C]move on, off to a [G]better world
to a [F]fresh start where everything's [G#]possible...
[C]but i'm sick of it [G]
yeah, i'm [Am]sick of it [F]
no-i'm [C]sick of it [G]
yeah, i'm [Am]sick of it [F]
[C]
[i] [Am]
so [G]sick
of[Am] it
[F] uh-[C]huh
