Neck Deep - Telling Stories: chords

F
Okay it's time to get
    A#
it straight with you
I'm trying to tell
the truth or to be honest
           Dm
I've been feeling like a
A/C#         C
ton of bricks I can be
             Am  A#
such a prick I'm sorry
thanks for being here
   C
Nobody ever listens to me

F
Emily loves her job she
       C  A#
loves her health (care)
     C       F
She says it feels good
to love just a little
    C      A#
bit of yourself I know
she's right but it's
hard to tell Cause I
               C
wouldn't know how it
Dm            C/E     F
feels Do you cry yourself
to sleep sometimes
     C     A# C
You can't win

Chorus:
F
Don't waste my time telling
  C    A#            C
stories  I've wasted mine
And it was right now it's
     Dm
been ten years standing
       A/C#
at the bus stop
             C
Never had a real job
                   Am
Never had anything on a
A#
plate It's a shame It's
C
not the things you know
                      F   Dm C A#
it's the friends you make

And Jack didn't know shit
He got far but he didn't know when to quit
Showing off but he's gotta get a grip, yeah
(Grip, yeah)
Jack just can't live without it
Don't be a man about it now
If you hold it in, you gotta let it out
You gotta help yourself, put the bottle down
If you try, you might like what you find
Just saying

Chorus:
Don't waste my time telling stories
I've wasted mine
An endless fight now it's been ten years
standing at the bus stop
Never had a real job
Never had anything on a plate
It's a shame
Its not the things you know,
it's the friends you make

F
Everybody else
Everybody only
Dm           A#
talks about themselves
F
Have you ever felt lost
             Dm
in a window Desperate
                A#
to be loved and just
            A#m
been thrown out?

F
Ten years standing
at the bus stop
            Dm
Never had a real job
Never had anything
     F
One more night dying
              Dm
on the inside Now
              A/C#    C
I'm trying to get it right
Is anybody listening?

Chorus:
Don't waste my time telling stories
I've wasted mine
An endless fight now
it's been ten years standing at the bus stop
Never had a real job
Never had anything on a plate
It's a shame
Its not the things you know,
it's the friends you make
It's a shame
Its not the things you know,
it's the friends you make
Its not the things you know,
it's the friends you make