A F#m D
Well I have learned so very little, when these bones are old and brittle
A F#m D
I wait to talk when I should listen, the crowd mistakes with false revisions
All my friends are forward-thinking, getting hitched and quitting drinking
A F#m D
And I can feel them pulling away, as I'm resigned to stay the same
Chorus
A E F#m D B
And you can't even begin to know
A E F#m D B
How many times I've told myself "I told you so"
Bridge
F#m D
If you deem it so
A E
Just cut the cord and go
F#m D
You'll be fine
A E
There's plenty of hills to climb
