I can't [C)] take it all to the du[A)]mp Then we room I got tired of pacing the floor Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth And using up my teeth Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls Interlude: Dm / C F / Em Am / G C The deep end, the deep end People talk a lot, but they don't know They (azchords.com)