El Nino Considers His Failures

N.C. Obsessed with my success and other people’s ages N.C. Don’t need to tell you that I’m jaded N.C. Stopping at a Waffle House off of 85 N.C. I haven’t moved an inch since I was seventeen N.C. Maybe my gut’s a little bigger C And my shirts don’t fit right anymore Am What’s the point of pushing on anymore? G I’m always tired F or maybe I’m always bored C Am I was told that I’d be fine when I got old G But now I’m thinking that’s a lie F So I down these fries before they get too cold C G And if I can’t feel love F in the places I call home Am G F Can I feel anything in general? C Is it me? G Can I get through this? F Is there a way to wash it out Am G F C or is this stain permanent? C I watch my double descend into the Echo with me Am He’s got a craft beer in one hand G and a pocket full of Molly F Everyone’s always a few deep C They mash up pop songs I’ve never heard Am But I know the melody G Now his hands are up in the air F like everything’s a possibility C Fifteen years on and I still hate this Am I bet even he’d call me a friend G Because I’m the only one stuck living like this F Alone in my own head C It feels like ECT Am has corrupted my core memory G I’ve been here before F and I’ll be here when everybody goes C G F (2x) C G If I can’t feel love F in the places I call home Am G F Can I feel anything in general? C Is it me? G Can I get through this? F Is there a way to wash it out Am G F or is this stain permanent? Am F And I’m only waking up C G Because the sun’s too strong Am for my cheap blinds F C Head for the couch G and think someday Am there’ll be a sign F C Why can’t I act my age G Am F C G or find a way to go to work? Am F C To pay the rent on this dark space Am F Spruce it up and put C some paint on the walls Am F I'll try to clean C at least every other week Am Unpack the boxes G F C And put away the mess eventually