Verse 1:
F        Ab                 C             Bb
I’ve got skills, they don’t know where to use me
F            Ab           C           Bb
I’m like the best-dressed dude at the nude beach
F        Ab                 C             Bb
Nice to meet you

Interlude: F Ab C Bb

F             Ab
I am more the quiet type
  C            Bb
I tend to be a shyer guy
F             Ab
As safe as knee and elbow pads
   C            Bb
In cul-de-sacs with traffic lights
F             Ab
I spend most of my time alone
C            Bb
It’s not all that bad, you know
F             Ab          C            Bb
I lost some weight from anxious pacing talking on the telephone
   F                Ab
If I look cool, I’m foolin’ you
   C              Bb
At any point, you can assume
   F                Ab              C                Bb
My mind’s computing every path that screws up what I want to do


F
Lock the door
Ab
Seal it, too
C              Bb
Dancing in the panic room!

Chorus:
F        Ab
I made a promise
C           Bb
Now I feel nauseous
    F             Ab                C                 Bb
As if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
    F              Ab
But no Lysol won't solve this
   C            Bb
So I am out of options
     F       Ab              C          Bb      Ab
It’s past my bedtime and I’m honestly exhausted


F           Ab      C             Bb
And I just wanna be more than nostalgia
  F             Ab       C          Bb
Received like a hot dog down at the dog park
F       Ab           C       B
Be your best friend

Interlude: F Ab C Bb

Verse 2:
    F              Ab
The things that I can’t shoulder well
  C              Bb
I pass on to my older self
    F               Ab              C                Bb
And hope I learn to cope so I don’t end up roped or overwhelmed


       F            Ab
‘Cause vocally, I’m not the best
    C                Bb
I’m openly admitting that
    F              Ab                   C            Bb
But if you cared I doubt you would have made it past McCracken, yeah
   F                 Ab
If I look brave, I’m secretly
   C             Bb
Pretending I’m a different me
    F                G                  C                    Bb
The one onstage who plays and sings and claps and shouts and basically
  F
Behind the door
     Ab
Just out of view
C              Bb
Dancing in the panic room

Chorus:
F        Ab
I made a promise
C           Bb
Now I feel nauseous
    F             Ab                C                 Bb
As if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
    F              Ab
But no Lysol won't solve this
   C            Bb
So I am out of options
     F       Ab              C          Bb      Ab
It’s past my bedtime and I’m honestly exhausted
           Bb
but if you want it


F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!

Interlude: Ab Bb

Bridge:
F                      Ab              C              Bb
Now wouldn’t it be the best if all the answers to our questions
        F             Ab            C           Bb
Came as sheepish realizations, obvious in retrospective
         F            Ab           C               Bb
Like the answer for anxiety that’s crept into your head
      F              Ab              C              Bb
Is as simple as your printer: you forgot to plug it in


  F                Ab              C               Bb
Instead of playing Twister with my lyrics ‘cause I can
            F          Ab               C              Bb
And filling every syllable with lots of bull, should I instead
             F             Ab             C                Bb
Give you the simple sing-along you’re all hoping will come next
        F         G             C
Or do I load this mother up and do-dah-do what I do best?

Chorus:
F        Ab
So here’s my promise
C             Bb
Don’t aim for flawless
        F                Ab               C                 Bb
‘Cause some of your best art is made with chalk on your sidewalk, it's
F        Ab
Gone when you wash it off, it’s
    C                 Bb
Not made for fame or profits
F        Ab                  C              Bb     Ab
It’s lookin’ back and givin’ all you got to top it
           Bb
But if you want it

Outro:
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!
F Ab C Bb
Hey-hey-hey!

Ab Bb

F
Hey-ey-hey!

He-he-hey!