My Last Semester ukulele

My Last Semester

• G

capo 7 

G 
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place. 
Em                                 Am 
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on 
D 
So I could stand up straight. 

G 
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place. 
Em 
The homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay 
Am                      D   
Just because you didn't mean it that way. 

G D 

G 
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place. 
Am 
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around, 
Em                                     D  
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place. 
G                 Am              D 
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody 
   G          Am         D                 G 
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands 
         Am   D 
And Matt says I don't fit in. 

G  
All this mallrat goth shit is killing me. 
Am                          D 
Thought that would end with high school at least. 
G                            Am              
But there are still kids and Matt says 
D 
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks." 

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G          B      Em 
So they're calling it blasphemy, 
  D       Am  
A fucking catastrophe 
                  D 
For saying it's a stupid choice to make. 
G        B            Em 
But this place just brings misery. 
D              Am  
I hate what it does to me. 
D 
I fight, but I can't escape the way that 
  G     B       Em 
I don't fit in with any of this. 
    G       B           Em 
And I don't think we're the same. 

G 
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this. 
Em 
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice. 
Am                        D  
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit. 

G D 

G 
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids 
Em 
Getting lots in return for being substance-less. 
Am 
You're too caught in semantics to see it, 
D 
But you're no fucking different. 

G          B      Em 
So they're calling it blasphemy, 
  D       Am  
A fucking catastrophe 
                  D 
For saying it's a stupid choice to make. 

(hold all chords) 

G        B            Em 
But this place just brings misery. 
D              Am  
I hate what it does to me. 
D 
I fight, but I can't escape the way that 
  G     B       Em 
I don't fit in with any of this. 
    G       B           Em 
And I don't think we're the same. 

G Em Am D 

G  
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.  
Em                                      Em  
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this. 
            G                           D   
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends. 
            G                       D 
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van. 
            G                           D   
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends. 
            G                       D 
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van. 

(hold all chords) 

G          B      Em 
So they're calling it blasphemy, 
  D       Am  
A fucking catastrophe 
                  D 
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.  

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