Bars, Scars and Guitars Lyrics

Woke up today and I stared outside

How did I get here? How did I get this life?

Grew up, settled down, worked hard day and night

I tried to fit in but I never felt right

Go out, meet friends, make small talk and chat

All the normal shit I was never any good at

People laugh and ask why I'm still singing in this band?

And after all this therapy

For what this life has done to me

All I want for you to see

That it's bars and scars and guitars for me

I don't belong I don't feel trusted

Can't talk to people I'm mal-adjusted

Can't make friends maybe I'm just selective

Got to admit I may be defective

All day long songs playing in my head

Go to bed at night think I'm better off dead

It makes me ask why I'm still singing in this band

And after all this therapy

For what this life has done to me

All I want for you to see

That it's bars and scars and guitars for me

(Woah oh weoh) Well fuck the rules, I got a chip on my shoulder

(Woah oh weoh) I'm not growing up, I'm just getting older

Finally realized the problem's not me

It's trying to be a person that I that I can't be

I'm only happy with a drink in my hand

Surrounded by friends and playing in this band

Trying to be normal is a losing fight

There ain't nothing wrong with not being quite right

All this just reminds me why I'm still singing in this band

And after all this therapy

For what this life has done to me

All I want for you to see

That it's bars and scars and guitars for me

(Woah oh weoh) Well fuck the rules, I got a chip on my shoulder

(Woah oh weoh) I'm not growing up, I'm just getting older

(Woah oh weoh) All this time it's plain to see

(Woah oh weoh) that it's bars and scars and guitars for me