Weeks Gone By (2/2010, shower, SJC) Am-F I'm a little bloated in the morning But you'd never know that I'm a mess I might go off without warning But that's when I'm at my best Can't get this shadow to release me Can't get this ghost out of my bed Getting help is beneath me I'd rather destroy my (own) head (A-D)x2; (G-C)x2 Tortured artist Woe is me You'd think I was the only one with loss Can't settle down Can't rise above The toll on either road isn't worth the cost Got more talent in my finger What I haven't pissed away The few memories that linger I might try to drink away Tortured artist Look at me Everyone's got problems, but mine are worse Can't put `em down Can't rise above Fuck `em all! I come first! Bridge: Bm-B(x56777)-(G-F#)-on highest four strings only And the big, bright, red "Fuck It!" button Glows and calls my name I just can't avoid it It's the price I pay for fame Humble artist Woe is me (But) Too arrogant inside to let it go Won't settle down Won't rise above Won't settle down Won't rise above Settle down Rise above...