G Em Am C
late at night cloudy white will creep over my old house
G Em
and the chair where I once sat
Am G C
someone new is there and he'll stare at that wall
G Am
and we're all parts of an alphabet
G
we spell new words in new spots we're at
E Am C
and the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark
G Bm Em Am C
when you feel like a jerk does it make you confused
G Em
like how could you become as awesome as you are
Bm Am C
and still feel like a loser
G Bm
when you feel ugly and petty
Am G C
awkward and unsteady
Bm Em Bm Am C
just try not to forget there's so many people who've liked you
G Em A C
and I hope that the art school enjoys your big drawing of ruin
G Em A C
we've all got good things to do and it's good when we do them
Em
from Austin to Brooklyn
Am G C
they're all smart and good-lookin'
G Em
we're all parts of an alphabet
Am G
spell new words with new folks we met
Em Am C
and the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark
G Em (A) Am C
and the big, round, blue boat drifts around in the dark
A
and they say that we'll drift for awhile until we die
D
and the sun hits a spiral
D
it's a combination lock
Am F
and I'm just hoping that I'll get it open
D Bm Am C End on G
and that these joys and frustrations are just turns in the combination
