The Lows

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[Verse]
C         Em        Am         G
Cliche malaise in a dumb conversation
   F                  G
Predictable drama for 5 AM exits
C            Em        Am       G
Fridays they only pick up the recycling
   F                            G
So thank god it’s Monday ‘cause I’m useless garbage.


[Pre-Chorus]
Em
I can relate
    Am
I’d throw me away
     Dm                   Em
They discontinued my train
    Dm          C
Now I can’t get home


[Break]
C Em Am G


[Verse]
C           Em        Am          G
Trade a few beers for crashing on couches
    F                   G
And overstaying your welcome with your parents
        C         Em               Am          G
They’re furrowing brows while they wonder what happened.
        F                     G
They’re so fucking bad hiding their disappointment.


[Pre-Chorus]
Em
They can’t relate.
          Am
Why’d you do this to me?
         Dm
Now they canceled my plane
       Em  Em Em      Dm          C
I’m on the runway but I can’t get home.


[Break]
C Em Am G


[Bridge 1]
Dm                   G
All of the things we collected and thought would
C                Em        Am        G
remind us of the people we wanted to be
Dm                       G
Pile up like bricks in a poorly made tote bag
       C         Em          Am           G
that’s doing its best not to burst at the seams
Dm                     G
But sooner or later coffee mugs and magnets
    C          Em            Am       G
are gonna come crashing down onto the street
    Dm                             G
And you’ll stand there holding the tide from your eyes saying


[Bridge 2]
 C     C            C           C
“Stop, wait for the good times ahead of me.
  Am    Am             Am         Am
I can’t think that the best is in back of me.”
Dm    Dm     Dm          Dm
Clean up the shards of ceramic
   G     G        G           G
Or leave them for someone who needs it.
      E7    E7         E7         E7
Yeah, stop, think good times are ahead of you.
Am    Am          Am         Am
Stop, think, good times are ahead of you.
Dm             Dm         Dm        Dm
This isn’t the end. We’ll always be friends.
          Em               Em         G           G
And we’ll smile like we’re falling in love when I see you again.


[Outro]
C Em Am G F C Am
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