Demons In My Orbit

F
They keep telling me to love myself
        C
How the fuck do you love yourself
     Em
When you don't even know
                 F
Who the fuck you are anymore?
Like you feel like you're reaching 
                C
your breaking point
C
Every fucking day and it's just...
C
It's hard, man


[Hook]
Am
     They don't wanna talk
                 F
They don't wanna feel
F
The voices in my head saying
                  C
I don't think I'm real
C
They don't wanna talk
C
They don't wanna feel
C
The voices in my head saying
G
I don't think I'm
Am
    They don't wanna talk
                  F
They don't wanna feel
F
The voices in my head saying
                  C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm real
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C
I don't think I'm (yeah)


[Verse 1]
Am
     I don't know where my heads 
been at
              F
And I've been feeling like a 
nuisance just because of that
            C
It's like a headache but the funny 
thing about it's that
          N.C.
The pain won't go away till my brain
 go splat
              Am
And I've been trying to decode 
myself, figure my shit out
F
  Get a better grip and spark the 
spliff that's in my mouth
C
     I can't cope without the dope 
and time's just runnin' out
C
Losin' my patience, I'm vacant, a 
hollow body now
Am
    I'm finding other ways to try to
 cope with all the pain
    F
And if I'm being honest with you, 
baby I am not okay
    C
The fucking voice inside my head is 
driving me insane
C
And silence kills me, lately, it 
just hasn't been the same


[Verse 2]
Am
Lost in my head, lost in my mind
F
Telling myself that I'll be just 
fine
C
Nothing's okay and nothing's alright
C
Smoking all day, crying all night
Am
    And what the fuck you expect 
from the kid
      F
I got demons in my orbit that I'm 
tryin' to rid
           C
Of all the shit that I deal with, I 
act on a whim
C
I'm like a fish outta water trying 
to swim, ah
Am
   Bedroom dweller, I'm feelin' so 
fucking stellar
       F
When I empty my clip into the chest 
of the teller
           C
Killed the man inside of me that's 
been lane switchin' better
                                    
                     N.C.
Grab the 9, grip the trigger, this 
my suicide letter


[Hook]
Am
   They don't wanna talk
                 F
They don't wanna feel
F
The voices in my head saying
                  C
I don't think I'm real
C
They don't wanna talk
C
They don't wanna feel
C
The voices in my head saying
G
I don't think I'm
Am
   They don't wanna talk
                 F
They don't wanna feel
F
The voices in my head saying
                  C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm real
C
I don't think I'm