Stand There Until Youre Sober
Bomb The Music Industry
Written by Jeff Rosenstock Performed by Bomb the Music Industry Transcribed by Adam Greenberg adamcgreenberg[at]hotmail[dot]com I figured out the chords so I could do an acoustic version of the song. They are 100% if you play along. I use open chords for whatever I can, I think it sounds best that way. are pulled off the bomb the music industry website. This website isn't keeping the I put in, so you'll have to figure out the timing. Have fun with it, make it original. D A G Brown paper bags metal cans. D A Em Sixty degrees fahrenheit. D F# We can't see the stars tonight G Em ‘cause apartments generate ambient light A F#m G And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk. D A G Hours later we're getting there D A Em Meters away from the shore D F# My forty of Corona is just G Em drops away from being kicked A G D And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow. D G Bm When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger Em D in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger G and you came home at six in the morning Bm Em after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party D A G I thought that we'd never grow up. D A D I thought that we'd never grow up. D A G Now all my friends rise at eight. D A Em They go to sleep before midnight. D F# And I just wanna drink 'til three G Em Embarrassing myself publicly. A Bb And you all used to be just like me Bm C You fuckers used to be just like me. D G So now I sit and stew alone. Bm Everyone's already sleeping. Em Everybody's moved away D and can pay their bills on time. G Bm No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours. Em God I hate this fucking place. D God I hate what happened to me. A G You promised we'd stay best of friends. D A G But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up. p.m. E5 A5 And it kills me. Yeah it kills me D B5 that I don’t know what I can do. E5 E5 E5 E5 I can’t breathe correctly and C#5 C#5 C#5 C#5 I can’t sleep or anything and D F# G Gm I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything. D A G Now every night is miserable. D A Em So sad I can't even get drunk. D F# So let's go out just one last time. G Em Let's finish off a box of wine. A Bb Do shots of yukon jack and lime. Bm C D Can we drink 'til I fucking die? G I'll make you party at my funeral Bm 'Cause mourning is for suckers. Em I'll rent a ferris wheel and D cotton candy machine and have open bar G with all the Pabst that you can drink Bm the PA blasting my Clash records. Em You'll finally know that life's okay D Even when bad things happen. D A G D A G So just one more beer, then grow up. D A G So just one more beer, then grow up. D F# So just one more beer. G Go to work. Em Pay your bills. D Eat a dick. A D One more beer, THEN grow up.