Knowing Such Things

Intro e|----------------| B|-2h3--2--2--2h3-| G|----------------| D|----------------| A|----------------| E|----------------| Verse Your shit talk ain't got a thing on what my old friends say Hey, I heard you got that message how they drop us a ten But I don't care much about making new starts With old mother fuckers who ain't got no heart You can't catch up and I can't keep going And I ain't heard you do nothing but bite your tail in Hey, remember that time that we split all that money And I shook your hand twice and you wouldn't look me in the eye And I, na na na nana I'm not that I care to watch the end And I, na na na nana I didn't trust you from that moment of sin e|------------------------------| B|-3-3-3-2--3-3-3-2--2h3--2-2-2-| G|------------------------------| D|------------------------------| A|------------------------------| E|------------------------------| Verse Yeah, this vans got four wheels but that engine don't run right You can't find pocket change stuffed in the seat cushions Laid out in the back, you can't hear things right But in the front you wouldn't believe the things that they're sayin' Yeah, them stories they change and sometimes get quite interesting When tossed around so many times you can't find an end They don't even sound like the days they were The real memories, yeah, they're fucking obscure And I, na na na nana I'm not sure I can laugh at such sin And I, na na na nana we keep some close for knowing such things that you did e|---------------------------------| B|-3-3-3-2--3-3-3-2--2h3--2-2--2h3-| G|---------------------------------| D|---------------------------------| A|---------------------------------| E|---------------------------------| Verse Yeah, I gotta be honest I'm not sure that I ever liked you But, I was good at pretending if I pretend to pretend You see, you can have freight trains or sparks and the river gives plenty And it only goes dry when nothing goes in You ever think about that before? All nail biting at night Scratching for clarity reliving old times Hey man, nothing is nothing and too much thought means more Constant traffic jams of nothing at home And I, na na na nana I'm not that I care to watch the end And I, na na na nana I didn't trust you from the beginning sin You did e|---------------------------------| B|-3-3-3-2--3-3-3-2--2h3--2-2--2h3-| G|---------------------------------| D|---------------------------------| A|---------------------------------| E|---------------------------------|