Chemically Imbalanced Chords by Chris Webby

_ _ _ _ I'm on [D] the edge, [E] one step and I'll [Am] be over
Unless I take those [E] twelve steps, aim to getting [Am] sober
But that's the shit [Dm] I told myself [Am] I'll handle when I'm older
And now I'm older [Dm] and still got [E] this devil on [Am] my shoulders
Bottle up my [Dm] problems, [E] like prescriptions [Am] I'm popping
All the liquor [Dm] that I find [E] myself drinking [Am] so often
Now these cards [Dm] are dealt, tell [E] myself I don't [Am] need help
Numb myself to [Dm] everything and keep on [E] running from [Am] myself
Let's drink away the pain, let's make another toast
And smoke another [Dm] blunt, [E] until it's just [Am] a roast
Then pop another pill and drop another dose
I haven't lost [Dm] it yet, [E] but it'll now come [Am] close
I'm [Dm] just chemically [Am] imbalanced on that shit
[Dm] Just chemically [Am] imbalanced, lost my grip
I'm just chemically imbalanced, [Am] one one way trip
[Dm] And now it's too [E] late for [F] turning back
And now it's too late for [E] turning back
_ It's too late for [F] turning back.
_ It's too late for [E] turning back.
It's too late for [Am] turning back.
The pit of battle, [Dm] this addictive [E] _ [Am] personality,
that's got me living [E] in this alternate [Am] reality.
Losing touch [Dm] with what is real [A] ever so gradually,
cause at this point [Dm] I need these [E] chemicals to balance [Am] me.
It's like I'm [B] following a blueprint [E] that the devil [Am] made.
Since I first took [G] my [E] Ritalin in the 7th [Am] grade,
the doctor gave me [G] 60 milligrams.
I [Am] was just a kid, barely weighed [Dm] a buck.
It's like they used [E] me as a guinea [Am] pig.
Crazy team, _ [A] _
[Am] medicated ADD.
Doctor said take only [D] one, but you know [E] I was taking [Am] three.
Blazing tree and [B] skipping class, getting [E] drunk and missing [Am] math.
Banging chicks [Dm] without a rubber, crushing [E] pills off on [F] a desk.
Chemically imbalanced and this motherfucker starting [E] shit.
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a [F] scholarship.
Private school with it, button downs with the doctors
[E] in a transport full of weed stuffed [Am] into my locker.
Let's drink away [Dm] the pain, [Em] let's make another [Am] toast.
Smoke another [Dm] blunt, [E] the pill is just [Am] a roll.
Pop another pill and drop another dose.
I haven't lost [Dm] it yet, [E] but now I'm coming [Am] close.
I'm [Dm] just chemically [E] imbalanced [Am] on that shit.
I'm [A] just chemically imbalanced, lost all my [A] rhythm.
I'm just chemically [E] imbalanced, one one [Am] way trip.
[Dm] Ain't nice too [E] late for [F] turning _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Am] _ back.
[E] See _ _ [Am] I was cracking out [E] weekly, living on [Am] repeat.
Still in high school, [D] but the teachers [Am] could never reach me.
Always was [A] the fuck up with a chip [E] on my shoulder.
[A] In a pocket full of [Dm] anything to keep [E] me from sores.
[Am] See I was living like there's no [Dm] tomorrow, chewing [E] on a Xanny [Am] bar.
Rolling up the window, [Dm] smoking blunts [E] up in the family [Am] car.
Bottles to the head, [Dm] got the tension [E] on a rag.
[Am] Never listening to [Dm] what my parents said.
[E] I [Am] was always rolling with an ounce [D] or two.
Every [C#m] time I'm bouncing [Am] through, flipping [Dm] everybody off like Shady [E] told me how [Am] to do.
Always thinking [Dm] that the more we burn [E] in the maria, [A] just a kid from middle [Dm] class. _
[E] Suburban America [F] and so many others like me.
Listen to me [E] nightly, happy that somebody else is feeling what they might [F] be.
So Christian, pop a pill, ooh yeah I bet [E] you will.
Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less [Am] for real.
Let's drink away [Dm] the pain, [E] let's make another [Am] toast.
Let's smoke another [Dm] blunt, [E] until it's just [Am] a rope.
Let's pop another pill, and drop another dope.
I haven't lost [Dm] it yet, [E] and now I'm coming [Am] close.
I'm [Dm] just chemically [Am] imbalanced on that shit.
I'm just [Dm] chemically [Em] imbalanced, lost [Am] my grip.
I'm [Dm] just chemically imbalanced, [Am] one way trip.
[Dm] And it's too [E] late for [F] turning back. _ _ _
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