A, C, G, F

A 57xxxx
C x35xxx
G 35xxxx
F 13xxxx


[Intro]
A C G
A C G F
A C G


[Verse]
          A                 C          G             F
Well your parents said it’s cool if we sleep in your room
         A              C
And I am laying on your bed
                 G                    G
Your friends are sleeping through the windows
        A                   C                G                   F
Take my hand and close your eyes with broken knees and glazed up highs
             A               C          G                F
I think that we can steal a car if everything falls into place
          A         C             G        F
Well I am here again in all these bullshit shows
            A               C              G       F
With all my dumbest friends who think it’s cool to smoke
          A              C
Well I am staring at the ground
       G              F
I was counting all my toes
            A            C               G               F
Because the kid in front me I think that he will slit my throat


[Chorus]
           A          C       G          F
But I was nothing more than a tire swing
             A           C       G                F
And this was nothing more than a high school thing
             A           C       G         F
And you were nothing more than a tire swing
             A           C       G                 F
And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh

A C G F x2


[Verse]
         A                   C
And I am running through the yard
      G            F
I was jumping over fences
         A               C
There is dirt in both my eyes
            G                 F
Because your brother threw me down
          A                  C
And I was sprinting down the street
             G              F
I think I’ve broken both my legs
              A                C             G            F
But I’ve been climbing up this tree so I can get the fuck away
         A          C
And I am here again
          G             F
Locked up inside my room
            A              C
With all my asshole friends
          G              F
Sit back, enjoy the view
         A             C
And I am staring at the wall
     G               F
I am painting my own picture
            A             C              G               F
One where I don’t move away and say “Oh, God, yeah, do I miss her,”


[Chorus]
           A          C       G          F
But I was nothing more than a tire swing
             A           C       G                F
And this was nothing more than a high school thing
             A           C       G         F
And you were nothing more than a tire swing
             A           C       G                 F
And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh


[Outro]
A C G F
A C G Pause, F