Kind Of Sick Of Life

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I don't wanna take out loans, I don't wanna be at home
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I don't wanna say goodbye and I don't wanna be alone
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I just wanna stay inside, I don't know how or where I'd hide
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And I don't wanna suicide, but I'm getting sick of life

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I wake up every morning feeling like a sack of shit
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And it don't matter if it's pouring outside
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'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies and galaxies I make with
All the sticks I find
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And words that rhyme, I try to cry
I tried to mind my pessimist
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But consciousness is closing in, and my resolve is wearing thin
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Impulsiveness is my illness and demons like to listen in
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I'm falling through the corridor of all the things that I adore
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I open doors and find a corpsе, but I ignore it, of course
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            Yeah, I ignorе it of course
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            Yeah, I ignore it of course

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 I just wanna spend the night
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I just wanna stop the fighting I hear inside my head
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I just wanna hold you tight
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I just kinda feel uneasy
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When it approaches evening
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There's monsters in my bed
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And there's no one that can save me
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Lately, I've been feeling crazy
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Numbers in my head, I'm counting student loans and babies
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Maybe I'll be looking 'round for daisies
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To put upon my coffin, I'll be buried in shortly

 D                                   A
I wake up every morning feeling like a sack of shit
                 F#m                    E
And it don't matter if it's pouring outside
                                D                           A
'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies and galaxies I make with
all the sticks I find
 F#m                             E
And words that rhyme, I try to cry,
I tried to mind my pessimist
     D                                      A
But consciousness is closing in, and my resolve is wearing thin
   F#m                                  E
Impulsiveness is my illness and demons like to listen in
          D                             A
I'm falling through the corridor of all the things that I adore
       F#m                            E
I open doors and find a corpsе, but I ignore it, of course
 D  A  F#m       E
            Yeah, I ignorе it of course
 D  A   F#m       E
            Yeah, I ignore it of course

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