A
I want to be fearing something
                E
I want to be steering something
                A
I want to be hearing something
       E
In my car
                A
I want to be losing something
                 E
I want to be confusing something
               A
I want to be using something
        E       A
In my heart
        E     Abm    A
Yeah, in my heart
 B                         E
But I just wait until the van
   A
Pulls up to take me away
                        E
To that toilet bowl of sin
                                    A
But here I’m turning twenty-seven soon

I never thought I’d still be
   E                         Dbm
Shooting for the man on the moon
                             E
My eyes will never look so blue
        A              E       A      E
Without you, I’d be through
                        A
I could always ruin something
                        E
If you’d ever give my phone a ring
              A                          E
At least I still think I can sing alright
                   A
So obsessed with what I seek
                    E
That you’re losing out on the weeks
                    A               E  Abm A
Guess I’m still figuring out who I like
A         E Abm A
Oh, who I like
             B                E
I’ve been losing a friend a week
  A                            E
Trying to make a martyr out of me
                        A
But here I’m turning twenty-seven soon

I never thought I’d still be
   E                         Dbm
Shooting for the man on the moon
                             E
My eyes will never look so blue
            A          E
Without you, I’d be through
                A
Yeah, I'd be through
                E
Well, I'd be through
                A
Yeah, I'd be through
                E
Well, I'd be through
                A
Yeah, I'd be through
                E
Well, I'd be through
                A
Yeah, I'd be through
                E
Well, I'd be through
                A
Yeah, I'd be through
                E
Well, I'd be through