C F Dm C
C             
I've heard that you've been
                       Am
Self-medicating in the quiet of your room,
            
Your sweet, suburban tomb.
Dm                        
   And if you need a friend,
              G                   C
I'll help you stitch up your wounds.
C
I heard that you've been
                            Am
Having some trouble finding your place in the world.
          
I know how much that hurts,
Dm
   But if you need a friend
                 G          C
Then please just say the word...
F                 G
You've come this far,
                   C
You're all cleaned up,
You've made a mess again,
F
There's no more trying,
             G (hold)
Time to sort yourself out...
C
Hold on tight,
               Am
This ride is a wild one,
           F
Make no mistake,
                           G                          C
The day will come when you can't cover up what you've done,
Now don't lose your fight, kid,
                       Am
It only takes a little push to pull on through,
                     F
With so much left to do;
                  G                         C
You'll be missing out, and we'll be missing you.
C
I heard that you've been
                            Am
Having some trouble finding your place in the world.
I know how much that hurts,
Dm
   And if you need a friend
     G                   C
Then please just say the word...
F                 G
You've come this far,
                   C
You're all cleaned up,
You've made a mess again,
F
There's no more trying,
             G (hold)
Time to sort yourself out...
C
Hold on tight,
               Am
This ride is a wild one,
           F
Make no mistake,
                           G                          C
The day will come when you can't cover up what you've done,
Now don't lose your fight, kid,
                       Am
It only takes a little push to pull on through,
                     F
With so much left to do;
                  G                         Am
You'll be missing out, and we'll be missing you.
Am                         G
Grit your teeth, pull your hair,
                          C
Paint the walls black and scream, "Fuck the world
               Am
'Cause it's my life, I'm gonna take it back,"
    F                            G
And never for a second blame yourself.
C
Hold on tight,
               Am
This ride is a wild one,
        F
Make no mistake,
                           G                          C
The day will come when you can't cover up what you've done,
C
Hold on tight,
               Am
This ride is a wild one (this ride is a wild one),
        F
Make no mistake,
                           G                          C
The day will come when you can't cover up what you've done,
Now don't lose your fight, kid (don't lose your fight, kid),
                       Am
It only takes a little push to pull on through (push to pull on through),
                     F (Strum once for each chord from here)
With so much left to do;
                  G                         C