Capo 2
intro:
[C] [Am7] [Fmaj7] [Fmaj7]
verse 1:
I'm setting [C] pen to paper a[Am7] gain
Lost my sense of [Fmaj7] home from the words that I've [Fmaj7] said
But the [C] thoughts have begun to fer[Am7] ment in my head
And content mani[Fmaj7] fest don't feel [Fmaj7] good enough for them
So I [C] try and transcend my [Am7] ego
But don't we know, [Fmaj7] it will never [Fmaj7] work
Maybe I'll [C] just descend to [Am7] dirt
So it be[Fmaj7] coming food for [Fmaj7] worms
chorus:
Would [Am7] anyone listen to this
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
My [Dm7] mind does play an awful trick
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
Would [Am7] anyone listen to this
I'm [Fmaj7] running from my emptiness
My [Dm7] brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
verse 2
Why [C] has constructing sentences be[Am7] come like pulling teeth
Wiping [Fmaj7] dental records clean, is the [Fmaj7] carcass even me
Is [C] this catharsis, thera[Am7] peutic plunge to darkness
Or e[Fmaj7] laborating over my [Fmaj7] mediocrity
Maybe [C] this is a result of me [Am7] finally accepting
That I'll [Fmaj7] be alone forever, that [Fmaj7] I deserve forgetting
It's a [C] pointless endeavour, and [Am7] maybe it's upsetting
But I've never [Fmaj7] felt more comfortable in the [Fmaj7] concept of things ending
chorus:
Would [Am7] anyone listen to this
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
My [Dm7] mind does play an awful trick
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
Would [Am7] anyone listen to this
I'm [Fmaj7] running from my emptiness
My [Dm7] brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a luna[Am7] tic [Fmaj7] [Dm7] [Fmaj7]
[Am7] [Fmaj7] [Dm7] [Fmaj7] [Fmaj7]
verse 3:
Maybe [Am7] this writer's block that [Fmaj7] I've been perceiving
Is to [Dm7] stop me diving deeply into [Fmaj7] my internal being
[C] Falling into darkness be[Am7] low my surface tension
E[Fmaj7] motional suppression, my [Dm7] coping mechanism
'Cause [C] all my friends are dying, some [Am7] faster than the others
Lungs [Fmaj7] filling up with fluid, place [Fmaj7] face under the covers
'Cause [C] all my friends are dying, some [Am7] faster than the others
I'm [Fmaj7] trying to distract myself from the [Fmaj7] fears that I've discovered
final chorus: (x2)
Would [Am7] anyone listen to this
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
My [Dm7] mind does play an awful trick
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
Would [Am7] anyone listen to this
I'm [Fmaj7] running from my emptiness
My [Dm7] brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The [Fmaj7] ramblings of a lunatic
