Stupid Chords

Well this is nothing you haven't heard before

Just a boy playing stupid chords

There's life outside these walls

Lets burn and break these stalls

Well a friend said to me the other day,

"Im tired of knowledge invading me,

I want truth that I can see,

I want truth inside of me."

We're all writing things on paper see

I got an ink stain on my coat sleeve

I just wanna go to sleep

And awake to find beauty

Its ok if you love the rain,

Cuz I do too babe.

The way it feels when it hits the roof

Well thats me too babe

And we have walked the road of pleasure

And we've blown the scars it gave

We've stared our demons in the eyes

And we just kissed their face.

Cuz we're at war, we're at war

And its been this way before

We're at war, we're at war.

And you tell me how you feel

If you have a clue about how you feel

Oh we've seen days turn black

Cuz our dads aren't comin' back

And how I wish that I could cry

Cuz I'd cry and cry and cry and cry

But I'll just live the lie

And won't look my friends in the eye.

And how I wish that I could feel

I'm so afraid of what it might reveal.

Is my heart really new?

Does yours feel broken too?

Its not ok if you love your pain.

Cuz I've been down in that cave,

I've heard voices in my brain

Still, I pick you up to fall down with sin,

I've done it a hundred times before

I'll do it a hundred times again.

And if we'd open up our eyes of meritocracy

We'd see the battle swell

All of us to our knees

Cuz we're at war, we're at war

And its been this way before

We're at war, we're at war

Well I think its time then

Let me see you plans

Yeah, let me see those plans

That looks good to me friend

Lets be out of here by ten

I wanna be outta her by ten

And we'll drive to the airpot

Even though the darkness is coming in

And please hold my hand

I can't go if you're not in

Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord

We're not who we were before

Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord

Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord

We're not who we were before

Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord

And we pull up to your favorite bar

See that boy inside beating his dumb guitar

And we try to tell ourselves

That our lives not a living hell