My stomach is in my throat
If it gets any tighter, I swear that I'll choke
My skin rubs against my bones
As adrenaline runs from my head to my toes
It's just a typical Tuesday night
I can't feel my hands or focus my eyes
All I can do now is wait, give it time
I tɾied to [C7]fight back but I'm paralyzed
Who let the monsters under my [A]bed again?
Who let these fucking clowns in my [A]head again?
I'm dying to [C7]get out
But it's coming, they're coming from inside the house
The doctor said that it's all [Em]in my [A]head
So why do I feel like [F]I'm already dead?
Stɾap me down when the ɾoom starts to [C7]spin
And pump me full of Klonopin
If this won't stop, I'm not gonna make it
I'm tɾapped in a maze of distorted perception
A ɾat in a cage with a grave misconception
Of everything outside these four walls I'm stuck in
There's bars on [C7]my [A]windows and [Bm]blood in my [A]carpet
One foot in the cockpit but I'm scared to [C7]fly
I don't leave the house, I don't go outside
I feel like [F]I'm watching my [A]life pass me by
While I wrestle the demons inside of my [A]mind
I wasted so much time overcompensating
Trying to [C7]fit in with my [A]self-medicating
Nothing ever changed
When the buzz wears off, I'm still the same
I feel like [F]I'm in this alone
Holed up in my [A]comfort zone
With all [Em]of my [A]fears, all [Em]the unknowns
F*ck this place, I want to [C7]go home