The Kids Aren't Alright Acordes

	  
Intro: F# B D#m B  

F#  
Stuck in the jet wash  
      B  
Bad trip I couldn't get off  
            D#m  
And maybe I bit off more than I could chew  
        B  
And overhead of the aqua blue  

               F#  
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture  
                B  
Blessed be the boys time can't capture  
     D#m  
On film or between the sheets  
                         B  
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets  

              B  
And with the black banners raised  
        D#m  
As the crooked smiles fade  
B                  D#m  
Former heroes who quit too late  
B                       D#m         C#  
Just wanna fill up the trophy case again  

Chorus:  
            F#                  B  
And in the end, I'd do it all again  
                         D#m  
I think you're my best friend  
                         B  
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright  
         F#                      B  
I'll be yours, when it rains it pours  
                     D#m  
Stay thirsty I'll be fine  
                         B  
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright  

          F#  
I'm not passive but aggressive  
       B  
Take note, it's not impressive  
            D#m  
Empty your sadness like you're dumping your purse  
                B  
On my bedroom floor, we put your curse in reverse  

          F#  
And it's our time now if you want to to be  
          B  
More the war like the carnival bears set free  
         D#m  
And your love is anemic and I can't believe  
      B  
That you couldn't see it coming from me  

    B                 D#m  
And I still feel that rush in my veins  
    B                     D#m  
It twists my head just a bit too thin  
            B                       D#m                  C#  
All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead  

Chorus  

         D#m                      F#                      B  
And sometimes I just want to sit around, and gaze at my shoes yeah  
                     D#m           F#                 B  
And let your dirty sadness fill me up, just like a balloon  

Chorus