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B All of the time, I'm thinking 'bout things too Cmuch
And then I end up out'Eof'touch
And feel aâEm??lot less real thBan before
B I speak'a lot of words but tend to say a loCt less
I'm just a fuckin' Emess
And I will Emshut my bedroom Bdoor
And as I Eiron out my brains
To speak to Emice cream stains
I'll Bstare at the ceiling stars and Cwonder why life's so hard
ELocking the door, I will Emtalk to my floor
And I'll say
BOh, my friend
I'm not sure Cwhat to do
To get Eout of this goo that I abBsorb
BHow to stop myself?
Hell, if I Cknow
As above, so Ebelow, I'm my Emown damn spiritB orb
BMost of the time I'm scooping mud and diggingC graves
In these saltwaterE caves
And overgrownEm hospitals the likBe
BI'll step along the way to tell the frogs and Ctoadstools about
How I hate this body
And Ethey'll say, oh Emthey'll say
E"We would like to Emhelp you but
BIt seems like you're living in dreams, Ccome back to reality"
EI'll cry "Wait!" and I will Emwake up late again B C E Em
And in the Emorning, once more
I will Emspeak to the floor and I'll say
BOh, my friend
I'm not sure Cwhat to do
To get Eout of this gEmoo that I Babsorb
BHow to stop myself?
Hell, if I Cknow
As above, so Ebelow, I'm my Emown damn spirit Borb
As above, so Ebelow, I'm my Emown damn spirit Borb
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