[Verse]
Bm G
Yeah, this vans got four wheels but that engine don't run right
D A
You can't find pocket change stuffed in the seat cushions
Bm G
Laid out in the back, you can't hear things right
D A
But in the front you wouldn't believe the things that they're sayin'
Bm G
Yeah, them stories they change and sometimes get quite interesting
D A
When tossed around so many times you can't find an end
Bm G
They don't even sound like the days they were
D A
The real memories, yeah, they're fucking obscure
[Chorus]
Bm G D A
And I, na na na nana I'm not sure I can laugh at such sin
Bm G D A
And I, na na na nana we keep some close for knowing such things that you did
[Verse]
Bm G
Yeah, I gotta be honest I'm not sure that I ever liked you
D A
But, I was good at pretending if I pretend to pretend