Power chords · 174 BPM
LeadHigh E/B/A triad or octave answers
Moves the recording to the start of this partE
174 BPM · E strum
EEBBAAEE
(You were up on the) roof, shooting fireworks
Into the pool, when your foot slipped
We all thought it the end
You went swimming again, in your head, in your head
BBEEBBEE
Now you're knocking golf balls into the cars
Now you're yellin' at everyone that you meet
And you're…
ABEAABEE
And the way things always end, can't believe we're still friends
And now you're really losin' your shit
BBEEBBEE
EEBBAAEE
Just a punk rock cliché, lucky that girl let you stay
Especially after you threw her flour and eggs out the window
It sounded like gunshots when the eggs hit the cops
Some ricocheted off their car and hit me when I was leaving
ABEAABEE
And the way things always end, can't believe we're still friends
And now you're really losin' your shit