[ Предположительная тональность: F#m ] DEPRESSION, BOOZE, AND SONG Opens by strumming an E-chord. A D E I used to get drunk in Don Bosco Field, A D E With Topher, Berger and Lars. A D E Walking home with a mickey of whiskey, D E A And a discount Pizza Seventy-Three. A D E Now I get drunk and write these stupid songs, A D E But they always turn out wrong. A D E âCause I only write when Iâm not all right, D E A And I feel like shit tonight. D E Well I canât explain, D E Why Iâm so fucking insane. D E A Depression, booze and song. A D E I used to sneak out of my bedroom window, A D E Hop the fence with my guitar. A D E Weâd then start a fire and songs were required, D E A In my old pal Ms. Maxwellâs backyard. A D E But I tend to get too down to be part of that crowd now, A D E Sometimes I see her on the bus. A D E She says we should hang out and asks when Iâm free, D E A But it wouldnât be how it used to be. D E Well route twenty-nine, D E Like those old high-school times, D E A Has seemed to pass right by without me. A D E Today I stumbled upon some of those old songs, A D E I recorded back in high-school. A D E They were all about misery, which means I couldnât have been as happy, D E A As I thought that I used to be. A D E âCause the grass is always greener on the other side, A D E Which means your memories lie. A D E I guess what I mean is Iâve never been happy, D E A But back then I was a bit more alright. D E Time tends to fly, D E And as my life slips by, D E A I think Iâve done everything not right.