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[Verse 1]
B F#
Sixty five miles an hour
E
Iâm not home yet
F#
Telephone poles get
B
blurred together, in gray weather
F#
till they look like crucifixes
E
Until something in me thinks if
F#
I was nimble enough,
B
Iâd climb one up and be a symbol
F#
giving cars a heart attack
E
cause Iâve got a knack for these shock tactics
F#
and I want my suburb back.
B
But it was never mine,
F#
besides, Iâd never crucify
E
myself, and Jesus of Suburbiaâs
F#
a myth that never died
B
Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
F# F# F
I'll be homecoming serf, it seems
E
but hey, it doesnât even bother me
E F# E
Weâve moved away, and who needs royalty?
[Chorus]
E F# B B/A#
I love vacation days
G#m F# E
Itâs a blacked out haze Iâm in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B B/A#
Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# B
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Verse 2]
B
It's barely one pm
F#
And my cooking's barely done
E F#
and my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up
B F#
I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone
E
Iâll lose a stone, I'll feel humane
F#
I cook the meat and eat it anyway
B
I think that Iâll rebel now
F#
Not like my age is too late
E
Iâm still half straight but I can easily
F#
act gayer than fck h8
B
And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
F#
despite the surgeonâs warning
E
Iâll eat LSD soaked mini wheats
F#
in white russians for breakfast every morning
[Chorus]
E F# B
I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E
Itâs a blacked out haze Iâm in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B B/A#
Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# B
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Interlude]
E F# G G#m
La la la la la la la la la x3
E F# B
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 3]
B
Donât think I'm pointing fingers
F#
These are crocodile tears
E
It's no ones fault but mine
That I shut up
F#
For all of eighteen years
B
But now my friends are driving out
F#
Weâre gonna walk around the mall
E
We'll be the youngest there
F#
Who cares, we'll call ourselves adults
[Bridge]
E F# B
At least Iâve got a cat,
B/A# G#m F# E
though she hates me bad, it seems
F# B B/A# G#m F#
but we reign over the SUVs and dairy queens
E F#
This isn't lyricism
B B/A# G#m F#
I'm just dropping rhymes like flies
E F#
Letâs go freak out everyone
G G#m
No reason, who knows why?
E
Whatâs on your mind?
F# G G#m
not like Iâve got the time to stick around,
E
Iâll catch my flight,
F# G G#m
make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town
E
Whatâs on your mind?
F# G G#m
Thereâs no point left to keep your image down,
E F#
Letâs terrify
[Chorus]
E F# B
I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E
Itâs a blacked out haze Iâm in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B
Who cares if we're obscure
B/A# G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m F#
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# G G#m F#
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
E F# G G#m F#
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
E F# G G#m F#
Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs
E F# G G#m F#
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
E F# B
Weâre dancing round and laughing in the dirt
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