F# C#m
Have you ever
B F#
To the things you used to love?
C#m
Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends,
F# C#m
It hurts when you discover that
F#
Nothing's that great,
You had bad taste
C#m
It's much too late
F# C#m
To get back the time you wasted
B
F#
Teenage boys out having fun,
C#m
Trying to pass for 21
B F#
I sit back and wonder what it's like
B F#
'Cause everyone I know is broken, or broke, or both
C#m F#
And I’m sick of seeing things not turn out right
C#m
Because
B
Nothing's that great,
F#
You had bad taste
C#m
It's much too late
C# F# B
To get back the time you wasted
C#
F#
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B Aaug F#
And the who's who of the fuck you's
that I said
B
When I was young
C# F#
I thought I had grown, become more mature,
C#m F#
But now I am sure that I'm as dumb as I ever was
And I know it's because
C#m
Tender hands and a smile
Does not a mother make,
F# C#m
The years she spent teaching you
F#
Common sense is what it takes
C#m
Nothing's that great,
F#
You had bad taste
It's much too late
C#m G#m7 F#
To get back the time you wasted
C#m
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F#
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
