[Intro]

(light strumming or fingerpicked)

G – Em – C – D

“Woke up dizzy on a Tuesday…”

[Verse 1]

G

Woke up dizzy on a Tuesday,

Em

Floor’s a bit too near my head,

C

Kettle hummin’ like a bad DJ,

D

Toast gone cold again instead.

G

My mates think I’m a lazy shit,

Em

Always crashin’ on the couch,

C

But I’ve been fightin’ gravity, mate —

D

It’s me versus the blackout.

Em

Used to run through Bilton, used to jump the train,

C

Now I count my heartbeats like a dog in the rain.

G

Doctor says it’s POTS, like it’s nothin’ too mad,

D

But try walkin’ up a flight when your blood won’t play ball, lad.

[Pre-Chorus]

C

And I laugh it off — “yeah, just need more salt,”

Em

But I feel like I’m fallin’ through the cracks of the asphalt.

[Chorus]

G

Stand up slow, or you’ll hit the deck,

Em

Got a world on my chest and a pain in my neck.

C

Tryna act fine, keep the banter tight,

D

But I’m thirty-three goin’ on ninety-five tonight.

G

I’m doin’ my best in a body that don’t show,

Em

So I stand up slow…

C – D – G

Yeah, I stand up slow.

[Verse 2]

G

Messages pile like unopened bills,

Em

“Mates at the pub?” — yeah, I wish I had the will.

C

Every pint’s a gamble, every night out’s pain,

D

So I lie through my teeth, “nah, just work again.”

G

Got dreams in boxes I ain’t opened yet,

Em

Collectin’ dust like a half-paid debt.

C

The city’s buzzin’, I’m stuck in glue,

D

Heart racin’ sittin’ down, man — what can you do?

[Pre-Chorus]

C

They say “mind over matter,” but I’m runnin’ on fumes,

Em

And the matter’s a mess in these rented rooms.

[Chorus]

G

Stand up slow, or you’ll hit the deck,

Em

Got a world on my chest and a pain in my neck.

C

Tryna act fine, keep the banter tight,

D

But I’m thirty-three goin’ on ninety-five tonight.

G

I’m doin’ my best in a body that don’t show,

Em

So I stand up slow…

C – D – G

Yeah, I stand up slow.

[Bridge – Spoken / half-rapped]

(drop to muted strums or just bassline & kick)

Em

And the GP says “hydrate, hydrate,”

C

Like I ain’t been drownin’ in my own heart rate.

G

Mum says pray, my mates say chill,

D

But none of ‘em know how your blood stands still.

Em

When the room starts spinnin’ like a London wheel,

C

And the only thing real is the way that you feel —

G

Invisible, ridiculous, tryin’ to play it cool,

D

But I’m knackered just standin’ still, mate, ain’t that cruel?

[Final Chorus – Build back in]

G

Stand up slow, or you’ll hit the deck,

Em

Got a world on my chest and a pain in my neck.

C

Tryna act fine, keep the banter tight,

D

But I’m thirty-three goin’ on ninety-five tonight.

G

And maybe I’ll dance when the blood runs right,

Em

But till then, I’m alive — and that’s my fight.

C

I’m doin’ my best in a body that don’t show,

D – G (let ring)

So I stand up slow… yeah, I stand up slow.

[Outro – Soft / Spoken]

(light picking, almost whispered)

Em – C – G – D

Woke up dizzy on a Tuesday…

But hey, at least I woke up.