[Intro]

B G#m D#m E

[Verse]

B G#m
What if all my best years are behind me?
D#m E
What if they ended when I was nineteen?
B G#m
After all of these years that I’ve wasted
D#m E
When I get what I want, will I hate it?
B
And after all my overthinkin’
G#m
I’ve got nothing here to show
D#m
I wanna hang out with the big kids
E
But I’m afraid of getting’ old
B
Don’t tell me it will get better
G#m
Don’t say it’ll be okay
D#m E
It’s not a mood it’s not a phase

[Chorus]

B
It’s a quarter life crisis
G#m D#m
All of my vices rise to the surface
E
They’re workin the night shift
B
The quarter life crisis
G#m
There’s nothing like it
D#m E
I look at my face and I don’t recognize it
B G#m
I’m too young to ride it, too old to fight it
D#m E
I’m stuck in the middle like some fucking hybrid
B G#m
I feel like my mind is twenty five sided
D#m E B G#m D#m E
I’ll let you know if I ever survive this quarter life crisis

[Verse 2]

B G#m
I’m no longer naïve, I’m corrupted
D#m E
And I don’t feel as pure as I once did
B G#m
Maybe if I could turn to religion
D#m E
I’d believe all my sins were forgiven
B
Man I guess all my overthinkin’
G#m
Didn’t make me very smart
D#m
How can I focus on the future
E
When I’m one foot in the past
B
Still couldn’t get my shit together
G#m
I guess some things never change
D#m E
It’s not a mood, it’s not a phase

[Chorus 2]

B
It’s a quarter life crisis
G#m D#m
All of my vices rise to the surface
E
They’re workin the night shift
B
The quarter life crisis
G#m
There’s nothing like it
D#m E
I look at my face and I don’t recognize it
B G#m
I’m too young to ride it, too old to fight it
D#m E
I’m stuck in the middle like some fucking hybrid
B G#m
I feel like my mind is twenty five sided
D#m E
I’ll let you know if I ever survive this quarter life crisis

[Bridge]

B G#m D#m E
Aaaaaaaaaaaah
B G#m D#m E
Aaaaaaaaaaaah

[Chorus 3]

B
It’s a quarter life crisis
G#m D#m
All of my vices rise to the surface
E
They’re workin the night shift
B
The quarter life crisis
G#m
There’s nothing like it
D#m E
I look at my face and I don’t recognize it
B G#m
I’m too young to ride it, too old to fight it
D#m E
I’m stuck in the middle like some fucking hybrid
B G#m
I feel like my mind is twenty five sided
D#m E B G#m D#m E
I’ll let you know if I ever survive this quarter life crisis

[Outro]

B G#m D#m E
Aaaaaaaaaaaah
B G#m D#m E
Aaaaaaaaaaaah