Bears In Trees - Ramblings of a lunatic

I'm setting ^Dpen to paper agai^Bmn Lost my sense of ^Ghome from the words that I've said^Bm But the ^Dthoughts have begun to ^Bmferment in my head and ^Gcontent manifests Don't fee^Bml good enough for them So I^D try and transcend my ^Bmego

^GIt will never ^Dsus4work ^DMaybe I'll just descend to dirt^Bm Slowly be^Gcoming food for ^Dsus4worms

^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^GMy mind is playing an awful trick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmI'm running from my emptiness ^GMy brain is tired, my stomach's sick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic

^DWhy has constructing sentences b^Bmecome like pulling teeth? ^GWiping dental records clean ^BmIs the carcass even me? Is thi^Ds catharsis? ^BmTherapeutic plunged t^Go darkness? Or ela^Bmborating upon my med^Diocrity? Maybe this is a result of me f^Bminally accepting that I'll be a^Glone forever, that I deserve f^Bmorgetting It's a pointless^D endeavor and maybe it's u^Bmpsetting but I've never felt m^Gore comfortable in the concept of^Bm things ending

^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^GMy mind is playing an awful trick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmI'm running from my emptiness ^GMy brain is tired, my stomach's sick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic

^DMaybe this writer's bloc^Bmk that I've been perceiving is to st^Gop me diving deeply into my i^Bmnternal being F^Dalling into darkness b^Bmelow my surface tension, emotio^Gnal suppression, my copin^Bmg mechanism Cause al^Dl my friends are dying, some ^Bmfaster than the others Lungs ^Gfilling up with fluid Place ^Bmface under the covers All m^Dy friends are dying, some ^Bmfaster than the others I'm trying ^Gto distract myself from t^Bmheir fears but I've discovered

^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^GMy mind is playing an awful trick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmI'm running from my emptiness ^GMy brain is tired, my stomach's sick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic

^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^GMy mind is playing an awful trick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic ^DWould anyone listen to this? ^BmI'm running from my emptiness ^GMy brain is tired, my stomach's sick ^BmThe ramblings of a lunatic