C Bm
C
You thought you had it made like the songs would write themselves
Bm
But your words ran out of ink and your fingers lost the chords
C
You lay around so bored and you hit the bar at two
Bm
And you waste your time on girls they know they're getting used

C
They love the pain that you create the drunken fights you fabricate
Bm
'Cause they've been hurt too worse than you
C
You told yourself it's not your fault you told them not to get involved
Bm
Some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised

      G                                                           C              C/B
But they move on while you're stuck hating yourself deprecation
       Am                  G
Your self centered songs
         C                 C/B
The space you've created
                      Am                     G
Between your words and your actions
             E
These loveless liaisons have left you alone
               Am  G    C
All you've gain is a lose

C Bm

C
You really wish it wasn't like it was but like before that time
C
You wished it was a little more than how you felt before that time
Bm
You made a wish to think the way you felt when you were young
Bm
When you realized you'd never ever, ever know a love
C
You wished and prayed and you tried to stay in love or at least in your lover's good graces
Bm
Just keep it going, just keep it going

             G
'Cause when they leave the drinks get stronger
         C                           G
And much, much more frequent
              Am              G
For the sloppy drunk boys
         C                   G
Who hide in their basements
                 Am                 G
Where the songs write themselves
            E
Yeah it used to be easy before we got lazy
        Am    G         C
and drank with the girls
     G       Am                      G
No, no I know it's not your fault
C               G              Am                     G
No, no no, no, no you said not to get involved
     C                          G
Whatever makes you happy
       E                           Am
Whatever you need to believe
  G            C                 G
in all these self afflicted tradgedies
          E
You scribble them down on that miserable sound
          Am     G     C
I guess this is the goodlife
G Am G
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby let it go
C G Am G
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby let it go

E
Self deprecation has made it's translation
         Am    G     C
These lyrics are done