Tom: A
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coming to terms with dying alone
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mindless lobotomy staring at phone
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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
