Tono: G
Introducción:
B C#
All of the time, I'm thinking 'bout things too much
E
And then I end up out of touch
Em B
And feel a lot less real than before
B C#
I speak a lot of words but tend to say a lot less
E
I'm just a fuckin' mess
Em B
And I will shut my bedroom door
E
And as I iron out my brains
Em
To speak to ice cream stains
B C#
I'll stare at the ceiling stars and wonder why life's so hard
E Em
Locking the door, I will talk to my floor
And I'll say
B
Oh, my friend
C#
I'm not sure what to do
E B
To get out of this goo that I absorb
B
How to stop myself?
C#
Hell, if I know
E Em B
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
B C#
Most of the time I'm scooping mud and digging graves
E
In these saltwater caves
Em B
And overgrown hospitals the like
B C#
I'll step along the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about
How I hate this body
E Em
And they'll say, oh they'll say
E Em
"We would like to help you but
B C#
It seems like you're living in dreams, come back to reality"
E Em B C# E Em
I'll cry "Wait!" and I will wake up late again
E
And in the morning, once more
Em
I will speak to the floor and I'll say
B
Oh, my friend
C#
I'm not sure what to do
E Em B
To get out of this goo that I absorb
B
How to stop myself?
C#
Hell, if I know
E Em B
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
E Em B
As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb