[Strophe]
 G                      D 
Fall into my mattress endlessly 
                          B 
I need to run, just let me sleep 
                             C 
Then the nightmares come that feel so real 
 G                          D 
Seems the darkness weighs it down 
                          B 
The later on, the more it pounds 
                          C 
And in the morning I' ll make cereal
[Strophe]
 G                       D 
The world' s coming to an end 
                              B 
What' s the point if we can' t be friends? 
                          C 
Pick me up from dungeon' s ferris wheel 
  G                   D 
Getting lost inside my head 
                          B 
Not too long ' til we' re all dead 
                           C 
And in the morning I' ll make cereal
[Interlude]
  C 
So what' ll it be 
   D 
Cornflakes or toast? 
   Em                  G    D 
Pills or a dose of radiation? 
  C              D 
Armageddon is far too close 
  Em              C 
She visits me every night 
  C                 D         G 
At least it makes good conversation
[Strophe]
 G                 D 
Marine comes before ET 
                       B 
Maybe space is under the sea 
                        C 
And the sky is full of coral reefs 
 G                 D 
UFOs swim in the dark 
                       B 
We' re fixated on the sharks 
                        C 
Slicing fins and plucking their teeth
[Strophe]
 G                     D 
All of this it comes to me 
                         B 
In the deep corners of my sleep 
                               C 
And the bed frame starts to creak and reel 
 G                        D 
Fish leave poison in my brain 
                   B 
Starts to turn me insane 
                           C 
But in the morning I' ll make cereal
[Outro]
 C            D         G 
As always I' ll make cereal 
 C            D                 G 
As always I' ll make my favourite cereal