No Shit

Am Am7 Am Amadd13 Am Am7 Am Amadd13 It was in the winter of my fiftieth year When it hit me Am I was really alone Am7 And there wasn't a hell of a lot of time left Am Every laugh and touch that I could get G Became more important G6 Strangely, I became more bookish G6* F And my home and study meant more to me G As I considered the circumstances of my death F Am I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity On my way out Above all, I didn't want to take any more shit Not from anybody