Slow Pulp - High

^EbI have to^Fo much in my ^Bbpockets ^BbI wish they were ^Ebempty ^{F D} And now it f^Ebeels like my ^Fpalms are ^Bbsweaty ^BbI'm not rea^Ebdy ^{F Bb} Oh, my ^Ebshirt sits ^Fon my bod^Bby ^BbLike it's not ^Ebfor me ^{F D} And now I'm ^Ebtryin' to ^Ffind my^Bb way out ^BbI wish I knew ^Ebhow ^{F D}

I just think I'm too ^Bbhigh ^{D Eb B Bb}High ^{D Eb B Bb}High ^{D Eb B Bb}High ^{D Eb}

^EbMy limbs ^Fare feeling l^Bbazy ^BbWhy won't they work ^Ebwith me?^{F D} And now I c^Eban't seem to foc^Fus my ^Bbeyes on anything ^{Eb F D}