Sleeping In A Hearse

I need a distraction but nothing seems to work
Feeling all this pain yet I'm afraid to pop a perc
Screaming f*ck the fame am I to blame to steal a purse
And this is how it is until I end up in a hearse

Feeling kinda sleepy yet I'm driving off to [C7]work
Feeling all [Em]this pain yet I'm afraid to [C7]pop a perc
Fixated on [C7]fame I guess I'll just write a verse
And this is how it is until I'm sleeping in a hearse

Living in this make believe world full of vacancy
Everyone who's hatin me building on [C7]the hate In me
Why they all [Em]debating me, all [Em]the shit they say to [C7]me
Makes me wait for [Dm7]my [A]demise
Saying all [Em]is fine
Waiting cross the line
Fall [Em]in place through the motions wake up after closing time
I just hope to [C7]find the meaning of this life
Making sure the stars align so these chords can harmonize
So I cross my [A]t's and [Bm]dot my [A]eyes and [Bm]accept that it all [Em]is lies

I need a distɾaction [C7]but nothing seems to [C7]work
Feeling all [Em]this pain yet I'm afraid to [C7]pop a perc
Screaming f*ck the fame am I to [C7]blame to [C7]steal a purse
And this is how it is until I end up in a hearse

Feeling kinda sleepy yet I'm driving off to [C7]work
Feeling all [Em]this pain yet I'm afraid to [C7]pop a perc
Fixated on [C7]fame I guess I'll just write a verse
And this is how it is until I'm sleeping in a hearse

I've been waking up hands shaking drenched in a cold sweat
Fighting for [Dm7]existence even though there's no hope left
Hearts ɾacing clinched fists and [Bm]now I got [Fm7]no breath
Pacing back and [Bm]fourth wearing down I got [Fm7]no soul left
Hiding in this hoodie like [F]it's summer 17 again
Reminiscing with ɾegret I hate I had to [C7]leave a friend
Thinking what it could be [Am]it was [Am7]me and [Bm]you [A7forever
But this is what it should be [Am]I think this was [Am7]for [Dm7]the better

I need a distɾaction [C7]but nothing seems to [C7]work
Feeling all [Em]this pain yet I'm afraid to [C7]pop a perc
Screaming f*ck the fame am I to [C7]blame to [C7]steal a purse
And this is how it is until I end up in a hearse

Feeling kinda sleepy yet I'm driving off to [C7]work
Feeling all [Em]this pain yet I'm afraid to [C7]pop a perc
Fixated on [C7]fame I guess I'll just write a verse
And this is how it is until I'm sleeping in a hearse