E                     E7
coming to terms with dying alone
A                  A7
mindless lobotomy staring at phone
       E                     E7
after having a life that is empty at most
A                      A7
brain damaged parasite seeking a host
        E                 E7
i have 22 years worth of baggage you see
       A                  A7
and nobody can carry such deadweight for me
          E                 E7
im expendable   surely im great for the good
A                            A7
but the bad is so bad that it ruins the mood
E                          E7
exploding head syndrome is always a blast
      A                        A7
and i bend over backwards and land on my ass
          E                      E7
which is always the issue thats holding me back
       A                        A7
making excuses for people who treat me like crap
      E                            E7
so id stay home from school but now school is at home
      A                      A7
so i lay in my bed all day browsing my phone
 E                E7
neurodivergency eating my time
A                  A7
wasting my life being online

[Chorus]
E                      E7
down at rock bottom , midlife crisis coming soon
A                       A7
throwing me out from a plane with no parachute
E                      E7
i have no plans for my life and nothing to do
A              A7
          nothing to do
E                     E7
down in the gutter, surrounded by sewage drains
A                       A7
stinking up everything till i relapse again
E                 E7
rock bottom doesn’t feel so different from my bed
A             A7
            so i guess


[Verse 2]
E                 E7
coming to terms with my spinstery self
A                         A7
is less of a shame spiral more like accept
             E                 E7
so i’ll just live as a vampire suck out the fun
A                  A7
of every person who thinks im the one
E                        E7
i dont like to imagine the future at all
    A                       A7
but maybe without all the trouble of love
       E                       E7
i’d be fine on my own drinking blood from a bag
A                   A7
500 years old and still just as sad
         E                        E7
so the futures abhorrent , and the past is a pain
         A                  A7
and the present is empty and boring and lame
E                       E7
homemade brain tumor eating my skull
A                  A7
gnawing and gnashing head empty no thoughts
E                         E7
and livings repetitive  lifes just a bust
A                       A7
everythings relative  i am just dust
E                            E7
just a bug you brush of your ear
A                        A7
singing my songs that nobody hears

[Chorus]
E                       E7
down at rock bottom , midlife crisis come again
A                        A7
throwing me out from a roof with no working brain
E                     E7
i have no goals for my life and nothing to say
A                  A7
                 nothing to say
E                 E7
down in the gutter, surrounded by rusty pipes
A                       A7
falling asleep in the shitwater overnight
E                            E7                      A
from shit i have come and to shit i’ll return thats  fine
        A7
       thats fine