Depression Is No Fun

G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
C
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
C
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
Am
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop until we're
G
dead.
Cm


G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
A
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop


Em C G
Ian Graham says it's a temp-
B
-orary solution
Em A D C
to a permanent problem. Oh oh oh.


—
Even when locations
G
change,
—
the imbalance stays the
B
same
—
And you just run out of
Em
cities, states and countries you can
B
blame.


—
So you just keep
C G
 running away
C G
 running away
C G
 running away
C G
 running away
C D
 running away
D
 running away!

G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
A
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop

Em C G
It took her to the hospital and
B
then her parents' house.
Em A D C
I’m walking home at 3 AM. Alone.

—
When the bartender's
G
asleep,
—
ya gotta think things through your-
B
-self
—
And when it
Em
gets this late it's hard to find someone to call for
B
help.

C G C D
I got my hands in my pockets and a hood tight over my head.
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
Anti- depressants

C G C D
I'm all out of smokes and I'm wishing that I was dead again.
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
Anti- depressants


C G C D G B
I'm drunk and alone and I'm thinking
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
anti- depressants, I guess

A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.

G
Got a lot of shit on my head.