Am G C F
Am G C F

[Verse]
F                      G
  The fountain was off. 
              C                                              F
This is the first time I’ve been back to the city in months.
                 G                 C
I’m trying to hold it together but irony’s found cracks in the foundation. 

[Verse 2]
F              G
  And you know, 
  C
I try so hard to be some great white hope 
    F                 G              Am              Dm       F         G
But I can’t shake the feeling that tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed
  C
alone. 

[Chorus]
Am                       G                            C
  I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. 
                  F                 Am
I had to take my own advice and I did. 
           G                C    F
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in. 

[Refrain]
Am            G                      C
  Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, 
          F
'Cause what I learned was 
Am                 G
   It’s not about forcing happiness; 
C                                       F
It’s about not letting the sadness win. 

F...
F G C

[Refrain]
             F
I don’t have roses in the closet 
             C
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer 
     F         
It’s everything left in me 
        C
Not to stare at them anymore. 
  F                              C
I walked upstairs and shaved my beard. 
            F
I felt like I was holding sadness here
C
(I was holding sadness here)

F C F C
 
[Chorus]
Am                       G                            C
  I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. 
                  F                 Am
I had to take my own advice and I did. 
         G                 C    F
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in. 
Am             G                     C
  Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, 
       F
'Cause what I learned was 
Am                G
   It’s not about forcing happiness; 
C                                     F
It’s about not letting the sadness win. 

[Refrain]
             F            G
I don’t have roses in the closet 
             C
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer 
     F                G
It’s everything left in me 
         C
Not to stare at them anymore. 

[Outro]
Am                       G                            C
  I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. 
                   F                 Am
I had to take my own advice and I did. 
                        G                           C
I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. 
                                     F
I had to take my own advice and I did.

F C G
F C G