Everybody’s Worried About Owen — For Sad Strange Little Men

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[Verse 1]

G                               Em
Here's to the dads that don't admit that they're wrong
         C                    D
I happen to have a good one, so he's not in this song
G                                 Em
I hope you fucking know you treat your daughters like shit
                   C                     D
And then they come to me and cry because they have to live with it
G                                     Em
You should learn from someone kinder, someone wiser than yourself
       C                                  D
She is painting masterpieces while you're touching yourself


[Chorus]

    C          Em            D
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
 C                  Bm             D
We are the promises that we didn't keep
    C          Em               D
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
C                           Bm             D
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see


[Verse 2]

G                                 Em
Here's to the lobbyists who don't care about death
      C                              D
They think they can beat it with the gold on their neck
       G                       Em
If the city's on fire and they talk their way out
     C                              D
Like diamonds and smokestacks and a shit-eating mouth
  G                                 Em
A toast to the workers we keep from coming to their senses
      C                                   D
And a knife under the pillow in case they want higher wages


[Chorus]

  C          Em            D
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
 C                  Bm             D
We are the promises that we didn't keep
    C          Em               D
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
C                           Bm             D
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see


[Verse 3]

G                                 Em
And welcome to the main event the one you've all been waiting for
    C                           D
The writer turns the pen on his emaciated neck
    G                        Em          C               D
The fact is I'm a sad little person with huge impossible dreams
    G                        Em
And maybe if I wasn't such a lazy dreamy fuck
             C                          D
Then I would find a sense of purpose or just something to believe
  G                            Em
I don't text, I don't call and I certainly don't write
    C                           D
Masochistically watching people burn out like stars in the night


[Chorus]

  C          Em            D
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
 C                  Bm             D
We are the promises that we didn't keep
    C          Em               D
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
C                           Bm             D
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see