The Wonder Years – Local Man Ruins Everything (Ukulele)

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. 

F              G
  And you know, 

  C
I try so hard to be some great white hope 

    F                 G              Am              D       F         G
But I can’t shake the feeling that tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed

  C
alone. 

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. 

             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)

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. 

             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. 

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.