Standard (EADGBE)

 (INTRO) , , , , , , }X2

 Like a dull pain in my head

 Buried by my fantasies

 And crowded by old memories

 I can't isolate the disease

 So it spreads

 Like a dull ache in my heart

Just one thought starts to spark

 A raging fire of doubt

 No juice to put it out

 Cuz my creative wells are dry

From mental drought

 Looks like a dull night by myself again

 And I got no money and no girlfriend

 And I'm thinking too much

 And I'm making pretend

 Inventing problems + despair to wallow in

 It's pretty dumb

 Like a dull knife in my back

 I'm my own worst enemy

 This war inside of me

 Keeps on taking the same casualty

 But now I'm ready to launch a counter-attack

Yeah!

(Yeah, right)