D Looking at the cop in the rear view mirror Gb Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clear Bm A G I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show D Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funny Gb Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunny Bm A G I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico G A Gb Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain Bm A G And I know that things won't always go my way G Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days D But I can't complain Gb I can't complain Bm A G Every day is too short to let it go to waste D But I can't complain Gb I can't complain Bm A G You gotta treat every day like a holiday G And I'm telling you G A Gb That I know some days I'm gonna stumble Gb Bm A G And I know the cookie's gonna crumble G Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days But I can't complain -start playing xD-x D Waiting on a never ending train at the crossing Gb Paying it no mind cause you just keep talking Bm A G We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow D Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airport Gb Dying to get back to the people that I care for Bm A G Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home G A Gb Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain Bm A G And I know that things won't always go my way G Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days D But I can't complain Gb I can't complain Bm A G Every day is too short to let it go to waste D But I can't complain Gb I can't complain Bm A G You gotta treat every day like a holiday G A Gb Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain Bm A G And I know that things won't always go my way G Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days D If you can't say nothing good Don't say nothing Gb If you stop to think you could come up with something Bm A G That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok D I can't complain Gb Oh oh oh oh oh Bm Oh oh oh oh oh A G Don't let it go to waste D But I can't complain Gb I can't complain Bm A G Every day is too short to let it go to waste D But I can't complain Gb I can't complain Bm A G You gotta treat every day like a holiday G And I'm telling you G A Gb That I know some days I'm gonna stumble Gb Bm A G And I know the cookie's gonna crumble G Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days But I can't complain
