I Hope My Friends Get It

G Oh sweet Jesus, I hope my friends get it C Oh god, I'm not shutting them out on purpose D Or maybe I am, but only so my fingers C Don't type something my heart doesn't mean G When my head's on straight; cuz right now, it isn't C And all my responsibilities feel like a prison D Which is kinda funny, when you think about it C 'Cuz I don't have that many to begin with Am C But I think I'm failing as a partner and a friend Bm (And a daughter, but I've always failed at that) C So it's nothing new, it all just kind of adds To the pile C Two spoons for a smile Am C Why am I so slow to do the things I love? Bm Usually, heaven knows, I'd do them just because C Now it's horrifying, I can't see purpose, but I am looking C No spoons left for looking G Oh sweet Jesus, I hope my friends get it C Oh god, I'm not shutting them out on purpose D Or maybe I am, but only so my fingers C Don't type something my heart doesn't mean G When my head's on straight; cuz right now, it isn't C And all my responsibilities feel like a prison D Which is kinda funny, when you think about it C 'Cuz I don't have that many to begin with Am C But it feels like fighting uphill battles just to talk Bm Which is bullshit but I can't help feeling caught C And, as always, I have fun if I just start So why can't I? C Can't live, but I won't die Am C Motivation comes in scraps and then in waves Bb Overwhelming when I know it never stays C I know that means something, but not in what way Though I do try C No luck, but I won't die G Oh goddamn it, I hope my friends get it C F**k me, it's not anything they did to warrant D Me ignoring their DMs, it's just, my dumbass brain is C Making mountains out of molehills again G 'Cuz at first I was fine, just kinda tired C Till I realized it'd been several weeks, then I was wired D Feeling guilty and exhausted even though C I never did the thing I thought looked so tiring G Oh sweet Jesus, I hope my friends get it C Oh god, I'm not shutting them out on purpose D Or maybe I am, but only so my fingers C Don't type something my heart doesn't mean G When my head's on straight; cuz right now, it isn't C And all my responsibilities feel like a prison D Which is kinda funny, when you think about it C 'Cuz I don't have that many to begin with