The whole song revolves around a two beat each progression of Bb and Gm
Verse 1:
Bb
Walking up to me expecting
Gm
Walking up to me
Bb
Expecting words
Gm
It happens all the time
Bb
Present company accepted
Gm
Present company
Bb
Except the worst
Gm
It happens every night
Chorus:
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bb
Present company
Gm
Excluded every time
(x2)[second time is "The best that you can find"]
Verse 2:
Bb
Talking like a jerk
Gm
Except you are an actual jerk
Bb Gm
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Bb
Present company expect it
Gm
Present company
Bb
Just laugh it off
Gm
It's better than it seems
Chorus:
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bb
Present company
Gm
Excluded every way
(x2)[second time is "Makes me wanna stay"]
Verse 3:
Bb
Killing it with close inspecting
Gm Bb
Killing it can only make it worse
Gm
It sort of makes it breed
Bb
Present company accepting
Gm Bb
Presently we all expect the worst
Gm
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Chorus:
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bb
Present company
Gm
Excluded in the night
(x2)[second time is "Makes me wanna fight"]
Post-chorus:
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bb Cm Gm
Ah-ahh
Bridge/Outro:
Bb Gm
Don't you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made from make outs
So give it just a little more time
Bb Gm
We've got to bring our results
I wanna play it 'til the time comes
But there's a string of divorces
You go and throw your little hands up
Bb Gm
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others
Bb Gm
So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean
You're throwing marks into pieces
Baby, they're arguments, the pieces
Bb Gm
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
Work a little bit
Bb Gm
Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pile-up with you
Everybody's getting younger
It's the end of an era, it's true
And you go
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Bb Gm
Make me into bigger pieces
It's as though he's home with you
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our dreams come true
And it's a-go, Yeah, it's a-go
And if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best thing to do
Bb Gm
Go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean
You're throwing marks into pieces
Maybe they're arguments, the pieces, Oh!
Bb Gm
We should try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day's a different warning
There's a part of me hoping it's true
