680 South taby ukulele według The Story So Far

D      Am           G     C     F
    My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine
    Am   C     G         C   F
But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head
              C                   G     C
And come back with all that I can find
    F
And write it down on light blue lines
                             G    C                F
It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times


(each note here is about three quick strums, some have one up strum in it)
D C F C D G F Am G F C G F C


F     Am
Fifty-Five up YV road, Encina on my left
                                   Dm           Am
All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft
                          G     C               F
And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself
            Am      G        C                     F
But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (you're just a shade of gray)


                C
And all I want is forward progress
    F                                   G                 Em   Am   G      F
And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless.
                        C           G
Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault
F
So get lost and find your way home
                   Am   F
(get lost and find your way home)
                            Am
Get lost and find your way home!


C        G               Am           G                  F
Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1 2 3
          D    Dm         G            C   G C
On a list that weighs and measures my priorities
                  G       F
It goes 1-friends 2-bands 3-that green two-tone van
   Am      G             C             F
And losing my money it's not about money


                     C    G  C
Cuz all I want is forward progress
    F                                       G                   Am          F
And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless.
                        C           G
Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault
F
So get lost and find your way home. (Get lost and find your way home.)
                       G    Dm
Get lost and find your way home.

G F G

F                      C   F C   G   C
   And all I got was a blank stare
F             C      F               G      F
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
C    G    F      C  F         G  A#
And all I got was a blank stare
      F C                      F C   G     C G F
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there