Written by Wilbur Soot
Intro F7 Am C F7 Am C F7 Am C F7 Am CVerse 1:
F7 Am C I think I'm dying this time F7 Am C I'm not melodramatic Em I'm just pragmatic beyond any F7 Am C Reasoning for thinking I've got Em Fuckin' rabies, or somethingTab - Frase F7 Am C I think I've lost my mind F7 Am Blurring the fact and the fictions C Em While simultaneously fixing F7 Am C Myself up with a girl Em Named panadol F7 Am Bite the tablet, elixir C Em Disintegrate, mouth's a mixerF Am C I think I'm dying this time F Am C I think I'm dying this timeDm7 Cm F#7(9-) If I could just break one more night Dm7 Cm F#7(9-) Maybe I could wake up and feel alright Dm7 Cm F#7(9-) My optimistically set alarm clock time Dm7 Cm F#7(9-) D7 Serves only to mock me with flashing lights F7 Am C I think I've made my choice F7 Am Sit secluded in hatred C Em Devoid of plans friends are making F7 Am C I think I've made my choice F7 Am I'm a leech, sucking blood bag C Em Taste defeat, it's a sandbag F7 Am C I think I've found my voice F7 I sit secluded in hatred C Em Devoid of plans friends are making F7 C Am Saline solution F7 C Am Saline solution to all your F7 C Am Saline solution F7 C Am F7 Saline solution to all your problemsF Am C I think I've lost my mind F Am C I think I've lost my mind