D                          C 
There's not much going on today. 
D                          C 
I'm really bored, it's getting late. 
D                          C 
What happened to my Saturday? 
D                        F    Em 
Monday's coming, the day I hate. 
 
Chorus: 
F                Em   F                 Em 
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. 
D 
He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no. 
G/D 
He wouldn't even open up the door. 
D 
He never made me feel like I was special. 
G/D 
He isn't really what I'm looking for. 
D C D 
D                                   C 
This is where I start to bite my nails.  
D                                  C 
And clean my room when all else fails. 
D                                   C 
I think it's time for me to bail. 
D                           F     Em 
This point of view is getting stale. 
 
Chorus 
 
D      C      D 
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh ...... 
 
C        Em      D 
Na na na na na na, we've all got choices. 
C        Em      D 
Na na na na, we've all got voices. 
C        Em      D 
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise. 
C        Em      D 
Na na na na, stand up make some noise. 
 
Chorus 
F                Em   F                 Em 
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. 
D 
He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no. 
G/D 
He wouldn't even open up the door. 
D 
He never made me feel like I was special. 
G/D 
Like I was special, cuz I was special. 
D      C      D 
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh ...... 
C     Em     D 
Na na na na na.