B

C#m B (x8)

[Verse]

C#m                          B                       F#m
Oh, I climb the wooden stairs to my apartment in the city
                                   E
with dark brown molding and white walls.
C#m                           B                       F#m
I search my bank account for traces of the forty-hour weeks
                              E    C#m   B
I’ve been working since last fall.

[Chorus]

C#m                          E
Give me a list of alarms to set,
                              F#m
I’ll tuck myself into bed and hope that I can sleep in
        E
on the weekends.
C#m
Another slave to a paycheck,
A
a silent servant to my monthly rent,
        F#m                             E        C#m  B
what’s keeping me from sinking in the deep end?

[Verse]

C#m                          B
Now there’s something to be said
                          F#m
for a firm lack of common sense,
                                 A
'cause god knows getting in the van isn’t paying rent.
C#m                       B
And now my older friends
                                  F#m
are all getting married with kids,
                               A        C#m
and I’m just stoked to play a basement.
                          F#m
What's right and wrong in times like these?

[Chorus]

C#m                          E
Give me a list of alarms to set,
                              F#m
I’ll tuck myself into bed and hope that I can sleep in
        E
on the weekends.
C#m
Another slave to a paycheck,
A
a silent servant to my monthly rent,
        F#m                             E
what’s keeping me from sinking in the deep end?

[Bridge]

                     C#m
And all I can do is stall
                        C
while the plans we make
                                 B
become grit in the storm drain’s teeth,
                         Bb
and the rain is getting harder every week.
A                          G#m
.....Now the plans we make
                                F#m
become grit in the storm drain’s teeth,
N.C.
and the puddles are growing deeper at my feet.

[Chorus]

C#m                          E
Give me a list of alarms to set,
                              F#m
I’ll tuck myself into bed and hope that I can sleep in
        E
on the weekends.
C#m
Another slave to a paycheck,
A
a silent servant to my monthly rent,
    F#m
I'm sinking, I'm sinking
     E                                                  C#m
I'm sinking, I'm sinking, I'm saying I'm sinking again