A C
I have a mental condition
D A
My red pants sure look fine!
C
A life of pain and addiction
D A
Sometimes i feel like i can fly
D E A
Gotta move on, pretend everything is fine
D E A
Gotta move on, a rotten soul a rotten mind
A C
I have mental condition
D A
My red pants sure look gross
C
A world that's round and vicious
D A
Sometimes i think that i am lost
D E A
Gotta move on, pretend everything is gold
D E A
Gotta move on, a rotten mind a rotten soul
G F# F A
Despite all my pills
G F# F A
A head a-floating on its illness
