Bm                                   A
Well I could curse this neighborhood
      D                         G
For giving me just what it should
    F#m                    Bm
A place to set my lawyers bars
   Em                          A
In backseats of my high friends cars


Bm                                   A
I’m standing still, I’m thinking fast
    D                         G
My second natures built to last
F#m                    Bm
I’m first in line to disappear
Em                          A
And rethink in about ten years


           D               Gm                  D
But I’ll wait, till it does a little harm
      Gm                         D
To stand with open arms
  Gm                         Em
To course correct my self respect
A                     D
Until I go too far
               A                        Bm
And I’ll measure by the best
             A                               D
And I’ll swear that I’m the worst
              A                    G                     Gm
And I’ll place my bets on my only card


Bm                                   A
So I could curse this neighborhood
      D                         G
For letting me be what i could
            F#m                    Bm
Please cut me down out of the roots
    Em                          A
I planted with a good excuse


Bm                                   A
I’m thinking slow and moving fast
      D                         G
Like easy roads are built to last
            F#m                    Bm
Like hypocrites need sympathy
   Em                          A
For fighting who they’re meant to be


           D               Gm                  D
But I’ll wait, till it does a little harm
      Gm                         D
To stand with open arms
  Gm                         Em
To course correct my self respect
A                     D
Until I go too far
               A                        Bm
And I’ll say I need the best
             A                               D
And I’ll measure by the worst
              A                    G                     Gm
And I’ll raise my debts And say it ain’t so hard



-Instrumental-

Bm                                   A
So I could curse this neighborhood
      D                         G
For keeping me from what it could
            F#m                    Bm
I’m cashing in I’m moving up
   Em                          A
I’m spending all my time and luck


Bm                                   A
Im heading on I’m looking back
      D                         G
Im setting up an even match
            F#m                    Bm
I’ll stop rethinking each mistake
   Em                          A
Nothing short of ten years late


           D               Gm                  D
But I’ll wait, till it does a little harm
      Gm                         D
To stand with open arms
  Gm                         Em
To course correct my self respect
A                     D
Until I go too far
               A                        Bm
And I’ll try to be my best
             A                               D
And I’ll live with all my worst
              A                    G                     Gm
And I’ll get upset and thank my fate and stars