Island Of The Misfit Boy Ukulele chords by The Front Porch Step

C
I love to sleep cause I pretend that I'm dead,
E
But I hate waking up cause it's hard to forget,
Am                         F    G
That I've lost all control of this life I've held so dear.
   C
And I wait for the bus but I'm not on the bench,
    E
I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement,
   Am                     F   G
And I hope the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
    C
Well I made a few jokes but they said they weren't funny,
 E
I tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly,
 Am                         F
I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.
     C
Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor,
 E
I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more,
 Am                       F
I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy.

      C
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself,
 E
I don't make a sound by my eyes scream out help,
  Am
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
   F
From thrusting my head straight through the xxxxing glass.
    C
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
  E
And breaking my back to try to make them aware,
    Am
That I'm more than depressed, and there time won't be wasted,
  F               G
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

Interlude: C E Am F G

    C
Now I'm lost in this hole and I'm sure I am stuck,
   E
And I can't run away cause I'm lazy as xxxx.
   Am
So I sit on the floor and gather my thoughts,
      F
And they're full of broken promises that only piss me off.
   C
Well I lost control when I only a boy,
  E
The world taught me angst when I deserved joy.
  Am
Now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breath,
    F                   G
Cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me.

Interlude: C E Am F G

      C
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself,
 E
I don't make a sound by my eyes scream out help,
  Am
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
   F
From thrusting my head straight through the xxxxing glass.
    C
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
  E
And breaking my back to try to make them aware,
    Am
That I'm more than depressed, and there time won't be wasted,
  F               G            G
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.