BoyWithUke - Kind of Sick of Life: chords

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

   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
'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies
                A
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 corpse, but I
 ignore it, of course

D A F#m E
Yeah, I ignore it of course
Yeah, I ignore it of course

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

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

Yeah, I ignore it of course
Yeah, I ignore it of course