Out Of Tune

A#m F# A#m F# G# A#m F# A#m A#m F# C#7 F# G# G# All the old containers that I fill with my past A#m You can find them on the second floor under my bed C# I miss the days when girls were scary G# Scarier than spiders G# Walks through the night that didn't take us anywhere A#m I had funny lookin’ legs C# You were funnier than most people knew you were G# But I knew you well G# We skipped a class or two to write a couple songs A#m They were always pretty good C# 'Til the next year we realized that we were wrong G# You took a prepubescent kid and showed him to the world A#m Introduced him to rock n' roll, youtube, and girls C# G# I miss the days when girls were scary G# My mama said you were a bad influence A#m But I’ve never been influenced by anyone that could C# Write or sing and make up shiz as cool as G# you did C# You made me who I am G# C# A#m C# You had my back and I had yours G# C# A#m You had my back and I had yours C# We were just a couple of posers with guitars G# That were always out of tune G# We got a job that paid as low as it could A#m Folded boxes 'til our hands were stained the color of wood C# But the dream that we were dreaming G# Didn't die when we were fired G# Started a band without a drummer or a mic A#m Got a show within a week C# That I thought would be the show to change my life C# You made me who I am G# C# A#m C# You had my back and I had yours G# C# A#m You had my back and I had yours C# We were just a couple of posers with guitars G# That were always out of tune G# F# A#m F# G# F# A#m F#