Where Im At chords

[C]Oh [Em]O-oh O[D] -o-oh
[G]I havent figured out a decent word
[F]To take the lead of the phrase to describe this thought
[G]It's a word with a "dis-" like a thick disorder
[F]A disease, disappointment, disaster, distraught
[C]Disruptive and draining,
[D]The paint on the walls of my brain is all fl[F]akey and peeling away
[C]Foundation is shaking
[D]Through smiles that im faking
[F]Im achingly trying to get through each day
[G]These struggles are backed by the[C] fact that compassion is[D] lacking
[G]Like the true definition of re[C]al understanding falls[F] flat
[C]Theres a sky up above but I[G] see it all shaking and cr[D]acking
[G]through the cracks I see no answer [D]
I dont know wh[Em]ere im [G]at

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You're probably wondering, "uh why?
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Why would you wanna kill yourself?"
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Uh that's a great question
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It's like I hear this relentless buzzing, and it just gets louder, and louder and LOUBER

[G]As it start to build, you cant look down
[F]Standing off, clench your jaw, you lost sight of normal
[G]Try to stay somewhere safe like your childhood memories
[F]Too bad you cant escape the mental[G] thunders[F]torm
[G]The days on repeat,
Every w[D]eek with a shrink
Face-to-f[G]ace with a doctor whose i[F]nterest depleted
[G]Sessions complete with the [D]same stupid question
[G]All therapists ask with[F]out skipping a beat
With[G] zero finesse,
Every s[D]hrink has expressed
Their e[F]ndorsement of pills that make life less d[G]epressing
[G]Addressing my stresses
And pr[D]essures
Subjectively s[G]eems like what doctors might[D] do when theyre g[F]uessing
[Em]Seventeen years and e[C]motions are scattered and [D]raging
[Em]Numbing the pain with the p[C]ill
Till stabilitys f[G]lat
But nu[F]mbing the pain is just du[C]mbing me down, nothings c[D]hanging
Im staring bl[G]ankly at the w[D]alls
I dont know wh[Em]ere im [G]at

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And you think!
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Getting older will make ALL of this easier.
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It doesnt.
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Getting older just means more responsibilities.
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And more responsibilities, less help.

Fr[D]ustrations turn into a d[Em]im-lit light
On in the mi[C]ddle of a room at night
Cant see the little bit of g[G]low,
[B]No
W[Em]rong or right, no one seems to bother asking
I[C]f we might need a little middle-of-a-[G]road
How could you k[D]now?
I guess you had to be t[C]here
I gu[D]ess you had to be t[C]here
And that's just wh[Em]ere im [G]at
Always sc[F]ared of my po[C]tential
Never get[F] how im essen[C]tial
Yeah thats wh[Em]ere im [G]at
Where you[F]re force-fed what they[C] hand you
Where you[F]r friends dont underst[C]and you
W[Em]rong or right, no one seems to bo[G]ther asking
I[C]f we might n[D]eed a little middle-of-th[G]e-road
How could you k[D]now
Just wh[Em]ere im [G]at
Where your fr[F]iends dont care abo[C]ut you
Where theyre [F]better off without [C]you
Look at wh[Em]ere im [G]at
Where your m[F]om and dad dont g[C]et you
Try to li[F]ve but then for[C]get to
[C]Oh [Em]O-oh O[D] -o-oh
[C]Oh [Em]O-oh O[D] -o-oh
[C]Can you blame me?
[Em]I know this cant be right
[D]I stomach down and no wonder I lost my appetite
[C]They try to save me
[Em]No one keeps me up at night
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They think they know whats best for me
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But they dont know

W[Em]here im [G]at!

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To sum up, im 17 years old.
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I dont know anything about most things but here's what i do know.

(W[Em]here im [G]at!)

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Im a literal piece of wallpaper!
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A cog in a wheel in a machine thats irrelevant.

(W[Em]here im [G]at!)

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I have enough anxiety to fill a crater in the moon. And im running out of options.
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Or maybe, ive already run out.

[Em]Burnt-down light, up in the attic
So youre [C]up all night
Put out the little bit of g[G]low
[B]So
[Em]Thats just life, thrown in the middle of a
[C]Losing fight,
Stuck but theyre forcing us to g[G]row
[D]So
[Em]Dim-lit light
[C]On in the middle of a room at night
Cant see the little bit of g[G]low
[B]So
[Em]No wrong or right
[C]No one seems to bother asking if we might
Need a little middle-of-the-r[G]oad
How could you kn[D]ow?
I guess you had to be th[C]ere

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Hi! Im Craig Gilner
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I always look like im about to cry
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So I move the muscles on my face to make me smile!
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And that's my life!

Yeah, this is w[Em]here im [G]at!
Any questions? [G]