Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack

D i woke up today G and put all my shit in boxes Em F#m G it’s 8 : 00 Am , so i’m glad i wasn’t out late D i woke up today G guess it’s good i hadn’t finished Em F#m G unpacking all of this in the first place D D Bm A D D Em G D suburbs have abandoned me G i’ve had the same best friend since ’93 Em F#m i call , he’s not answering , no G i can’t get comfortable on my own street D i’m not fond of south philly G or how my neighbors love icp Em F#m i guess it’s better than bancroft street G at least the fridge here works and the walls don’t leak , at least D i’m starting to see what’s left for me i’m starting to D Bm A D Em G we’ve moved on again so i packed my shit and left home D Bm A it’s alright to think i still belong to something D i don’t F#m G guess i can see why you’d think so G A D G nothing made me feel further away than "left and leaving" through a blown car stereo Em F#m G nothing made me feel closer to home than "ready to die" through my headphones D G so we reached the coast , but where do we sleep tonight? damned if i know Em F#m we’ll try to stay at the airport G they can’t send us home and we’ve got no place to go Chorus G A guess i can see why you’d think so G A G don’t say it’s up to me . A don’t say it’s up to me Bm don’t say it’s up to me A don’t say G A so the creaks in the floor boards are calling out to me Bm A i’m laying here again with my head on my backpack , wrapped in my hoodie this is how it is when Chorus D i stacked lonelier than god G next to you get so alone sometimes Em F#m G i know how this must look from the outside D it took almost 13 months G for me to be where i feel fine Em F#m G i’m not as sad as i’ll let myself believe sometimes