[Intro]
B 
 It's gotten crazy as heart attack 
G#m 
 At a rich girl's party but I'm stuck out back 
     F# 
I'm locked outside, inside my mind 
      E 
I've got to know, is this my life? 
B 
 We saw the summer in our photographs 
G#m 
 Planned out the future, said we won't look back 
    F# 
Now all that news, that dream ain't true 
     E 
So, hey, fuck me, and fuck you too
[Instrumental]
| B  | B    F#  | G#m    F#  | E    F#  |
[Estrofa]
     G#m                 E 
The days are so dramatic, a little tragic 
B                         F# 
 Whatever happened to us since the 90s? 
      G#m                 E 
When punk was independent, and then it wasn't 
B                        F# 
 When everyone became a part of that scene 
    G#m 
The intеrnet was taking off 
E                B                              F# 
 Showing off a thousand other millionaires and siliconе things 
 G#m                       E 
Fuck, we really set it off, and pissed them off 
 B                             F# 
Touring in the band when I was only eighteen
[Pre-Estribillo]
E                                           B 
If you wanna try again, now and then you're alone 
                   F#                  E 
But no longer eighteen, I know you're nervous sometimes 
        B                        F# 
It's a game, do you know what I mean?
[Estribillo]
            B 
There's no fun anymore 
            F#             E 
Nothing to do, nothing to see 
    B 
No fun anymore 
            F#                            E 
Everyone's bored 'cause we cut off their wings 
    B             F#    G#m    F#    E    F# 
No fun anymore
[Estrofa]
       G#m             E 
Your plan was overrated and when you made it 
B                                      F# 
 'Cause you were young, you wouldn't know a damn thing 
   G#m               E 
A marriage simulated, will get deflated 
      B                                   F# 
The friends you have will have a kid and never be seen 
      G#m                    E 
Your job is never good enough or cool enough 
B                            F# 
 There's never passion in a deadly routine 
 G#m              E 
Secretly I say it, yeah, I'll admit it 
B                             F# 
 I kind of think that I just did the same thing
[Pre-Estribillo]
E                                           B 
If you wanna try again, now and then you're alone 
                   F#                  E 
But no longer eighteen, I know you're nervous sometimes 
        B                        F# 
It's a game, do you know what I mean?
[Estribillo]
            B 
There's no fun anymore 
            F#             E 
Nothing to do, nothing to see 
    B 
No fun anymore 
            F#                            E 
Everyone's bored 'cause we cut off their wings 
    B 
No fun anymore 
               F#                E 
Changing the drug, leaving the speed 
    B 
No fun anymore 
                F#                             E 
And everything sucks when you're swimming upstream 
    B 
No fun anymore