Kunci: Eb minor
Intro 1
Ebm
Gb
Db
Ab
Ebm
Gb
Db
Ab
Verse 1
Ebm
Wake up to a cloudy day
Gb
Dark rolls in and it starts to rain
Db
Starin' out to the cage-like walls
Ab
Time goes by and the shadows crawl
Ebm
Crushin' candy, crushin' pills
Gb
Got no job, mom pays my bills
Db
Textin' exes, get my fill
Ab
Swatin' bullets, Netflix chills
Ebm
World's out there singin' the blues
Gb
Twenty more dead on the evening news
Db
Think to myself, "Really, what's the use?"
Ab
I'm just like you, I was born to lose
Pre-chorus 1
Ebm
Gb
Why, oh, why can't you just fix me?
Db
When all I want's to feel numb
Ab
But the medication's all gone
Ebm
Gb
Why, oh, why does God hate me?
Db
When all I want's to get high
Ab
And forget this so-called life
Chorus 1
Ebm
I am so frickin' bored
Db
I guess I'll sit around
Ab
and medicate (medicate)
Ebm
I am so frickin' bored
Db
I guess I'll sit around
Ab
and medicate (medicate)
Verse 2
Ebm
Can't wait to feel better than I ever will
Gb
Attack that shit like a kid on Benadryl
Db
Chase it down with a hopeful smile
Ab
Hate myself, I can go for miles
Ebm
They say family's all you need
Gb
Someone to trust can't help you breathe
Db
Inhale that drug but you start to choke
Ab
You fall on the outs of an inside joke
Pre-chorus 2
Ebm
Gb
Why, oh, why can't you just fix me?
Db
When all I want's to feel numb
Ab
But the medication's all gone
Ebm
Gb
Why, oh, why does God hate me?
Db
'Cause I've seen enough of it,
Ab
heard enough of it, felt enough of it
Chorus 2
I've had enough of it!
Ebm
I am so frickin' bored
Db
I guess I'll sit around
Ab
and medicate (medicate)
Ebm
I am so frickin' bored
Db
Ab
I guess I'll sit around and medicate
B
Ab
Medicate, medicate
B
Ab
Medicate medicate
Interlude 1
Ebm
Gb
Db
Ab
Bridge 1
Gb
But only when his mind is clear, though
Db
He needs that fix like the rest of us
Ab
So he's got no fear when he saves that bus
Ebm
All the stars in the Hollywood Hills
Gb
Snapchat live while they pop them pills
Db
All those flavors of the rainbow
Ab
Too bad that shit don't work though
Ebm
Your friends are high right now
Gb
Your parents are high right now
Db
That hot chick's high right now
Ab
That cop is high right now
Ebm
The president's high right now
Gb
Your priest is high right now
Db
Everyone's high as fuck right now
Ab
And no one's ever coming down!
Chorus 3
Ebm
I am so frickin' bored
Db
I guess I'll sit around
Ab
and medicate (medicate)
Ebm
I am so frickin' bored
Db
Ab
I guess I'll sit around and medicate
Ebm
Gb
Db
Ab
Medicate, medicate
Ebm
Gb
Db
Ab
Medicate medicate
Outro 1
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Gb
Db
Ab
Ebm
Gb
Db
Ab
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