Bm                                          A
I've got a record player that was made in 2014
                                                  Bm
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
                                                     A
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
                                           Bm
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees
Bm                                          A
I've got a record player that was made in 2014
                                                  Bm
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
                                                     A
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
                                           Bm
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

[Verse 1]
Bm                                          A
I'm in an elevator, it's goin' down, down, down
I spent forever with my feet on the ground
        G
But not now (Not now)
'Cause I don't wanna do the wrong thing
Em                        F#m
Guess I gotta go and get famous for doin' nothing

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bm
Da da da-da da da
                       A
Crack a smile, crack a smile

Da da da-da da da
                      G
Stay a while, stay a while

Da da da-da da da
                  Em
Am I holdin' for applause?
      F#m                    Bm
Is it gone? (Gone) Is this on?

[Chorus]
Bm                                          A
I've got a record player that was made in 2014
                                                  Bm
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
                                                     A
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
                                           Bm
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees
Bm                                          A
I've got a record player that was made in 2014
                                                  Bm
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
                                                     A
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
                                           Bm
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

[Verse 2]
Bm                                 A
I'm in the simulator, I'm doin' a-okay
But every day is just rewind and replay
    G
Not today (Ah)
                  F#m
I'll head out to Monterey
                    Em
Throw my phone into the waves
                     F#m                 Bm
Can you see it in my eyes? Am I finally awake?

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Bm
Da da da-da da da
                       A
Crack a smile, crack a smile

Da da da-da da da
                      G
Stay a while, stay a while
Da da da-da da da
                           Em                 F#m                  Bm
I think the best is yet to come (Come)So drink up (Up) and good luck

[Chorus]
Bm                                          A
I've got a record player that was made in 2014
                                                  Bm
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
                                                     A
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
                                           Bm
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

Bm                                          A
I've got a record player that was made in 2014 (Sometimes I think all I'm ever doin' is)
                                                  Bm
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green (Tryin' to convince myself I'm alive)
                                                     A
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees (Sometimes I think all I'm ever doin' is)
                                           Bm
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees (Tryin' to convince myself I'm alive)

[Outro]
Bm
Sometimes I think all I'm ever doin' is
A
Tryin' to convince myself I'm alive
Bm
Sometimes I think all I'm ever doin' is
A                                             Bm
Tryin' to convince myself I'm climbing in the trees