My Last Semester chords by The Wonder Years

It may not be 100%, but it is awfully close, and 1,000,000 times better than the other
version on here!
For any edits, please contact me at rkgear[at]yahoo.com
(of course replace the [at] with @)

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.

And that is pretty much it, Love you all!