Dead Poets Honor

Intro: E F# G#m B

Verse:

   E                F#        G#m            B
I wish that I could say, “I’m giving you my best.”
        E               F#            G#m             B
To the people that I’m closest to this is my first collapse.
             E        F#             G#m        B
I spent the last few years trying to figure it out.
            E                  F#                   G#m          B
It left me hung up with lines like love first times, I hate the sound.

Interlude: E F# G#m B

Verse:

   E
A sunny California has quaked to the rain,
        G#m                          F#                E
sun is sleeping in the ocean with a novelty tee that reads,
                                        G#m
“Fuck the stars. You know who you are.”
             F#
You know who you are.

[Refrão]
           B                  B/Bb       B      E
I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed.
                   G#m               F#                E
Eyes closed, and I can’t stand this place that we’re from.
                   G#m               F#                E
Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done.
                E   F#
(It’s all I’ve got.)

Verse:

G#m                F#        E
The lonely writer writes himself to sleep tonight
       B                             F#
and if he can’t stay the same maybe you’re the one to blame.
E     F#  G#m                  F#      E
I’ve seen everything I want inside of everything I’m not,
          B                         F#
inside a small northern town where she’s too often found.

[Refrão]
           B                  B/Bb       B      E
I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed.
                          B                                 B/Bb           B
Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win.
         E
I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live
      G#m               F#               E
and I can’t stand this place that we’re from.
                   G#m               F#               E
Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done.
E
It’s all I’ve got.

Interlude: E F# G#m B

Bridge

E      F#           G#m             B
Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.
E      F#           G#m             B
Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.
E      F#           G#m             B              E F# G#m B
Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.

[Refrão]
           B                                    E
I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed.
                          B                                 B/Bb           B
Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win.
         E
I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live
      G#m               F#               E
and I can’t stand this place that we’re from.
                   G#m               F#               E
Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done.