The Flat Stanleys - When you wanna die but you got a 9 am

L^Aate night conversations turn to l^Eate night drinks As I crawl on hands and k^C#mnees

And we'll both cl^Bose our eyes And pretend that I'm not m^Ae But then I open my eyes and I'm al^Eone in my room again With scr^C#meenshots of conversations that we h^Bad when I didn't introduce you as "my friend"

And I will h^Aelp you look at schools And I will h^Eelp you plan your future The one that d^C#moesn't involve me in any s^Bense

And I will h^Aelp you sleep at night At the ex^Epense of my own body But every ^C#mday only feels okay Until I w^Bake up in the morning This double twin b^Aed swallows me whole The jersey she^Eets become my lifeline Thank you C^C#marlo, Jason, and Meghan And anyone e^Blse who was around When I was l^Aying on the bathroom floor And then s^Eky became the ground It's not my t^C#mime, it's not my time Not quite y^Bet

No^Athing is that bad, not really, you t^Eell me As I sit alone in b^C#med and try to make sense Of the dots on the ce^Biling

And my ey^Aes will put off the climb That I kn^Eow that I must make But not quite ^C#myet, I'm not prepared I need to do my la^Bundry and cut my hair I need to ackn^Aowledge all the things I can't ignore any^Emore

Box of nic^C#motine patches That's always empty and l^Bying on my desk But not quite y^Aet ^{E C#m B}

^AThese words have s^Eo little meaning, anyw^C#may You remind me as I w^Balk back to my place Through the cro^Awds of everyone that y^Eou thought I could be But that's not ^C#mme, that's not me, not rea^Blly

^ANothing is that bad not really You t^Eell me as I sit alone in bed ^C#mNothing is that bad not really You t^Bell me as I sit alone in no^Athing

You te^Ell me as I sit alone in (b^C#med) nothing Is that bad? not really you t^Bell me As I sit alone in b^Aed