The Wonder Years – My Last Semester (Ukulele)

C
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.

F                                Dm
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on

G                   F
So I could stand up straight.

C
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.

F
This homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay

Dm                      G
Just because you didn't mean it that way.

C
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.

F
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,

Dm                                     G                   F
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.

C                 Dm              F
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody

   C          Dm         G                 C
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands

         Dm   G            F
And Matt says I don't fit in.

C        Dm      F            G
All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.

C        Dm      F            G
Thought that would end with high school at least.

C                            Dm
But there are still kids and Matt says

F(hold)
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."

C          C/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,

  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe

                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.

C          C/B      Am
But this place just brings misery.

  G       Dm
I hate what it does to me.

F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that

  C     F       Am
I don't fit in with any of this.

    C       F           Am
And I don't think we're the same.

C
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.

F
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.

Dm                        G(hold)
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.

C
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids

F
Getting lots in return for being substanceless.

Dm
You're too caught in semantics to see it,

G
But you're no fucking different.

C          C/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,

  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe

                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.

C          C/B      Am
But this place just brings misery.

  G       Dm
I hate what it does to me.

F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that

Am                              G
I don't fit in with any of this.

    Am       C           F
And I don't think we're the same.

C                                      F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.

C                                      F
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.

            C                           F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.

            C                       F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.

            C                           F
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.

            C                       F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.

C          C/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,

  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe

                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.