C Am F Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines G F C F C hey hey, it's my birthday C Am F it's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night G F C F C hey hey, it's my birthday Am C dead end friends that make your stomach shake F G while your hissing head barrels down that blakened lane Dm Am F C alone at last to figure how you got this way Am F C alone at last to figure how you got this way C Am F charcoal clouds spot and spray, they kill the sun G F C F C hey hey, hear its back break C Am so I can never tell night from day F or right from wrong, G F C F C hey hey, you're my headache Am F C your silver tongue it masks your hungry hate Am G F C while your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage Am C F G you still can change, you have to know, you still can change Am F C I know, I know, but now I wanna be this way F G C Am this was a choice, this was never a mistake F G C this was never a mistake F G C Am F G Yeah, this was never a mis-tak-e, C Am F G Ooh oh ooh whoa oh (x3)