xIntro A# G# F Verse C C C G# F C C C C G# F C C C C I've got a knack for fucking everything up. G# F C My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. C C C My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high. G# F C I lose control and l get myself all wound up. C C C Tension mounts and l fly off the wall. G# F C l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. C C C Petulance and irritation sets in. G# F C I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. Chorus C G# F C My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. C G# F C I lose control and l get myself all wound up. C G# F C l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. C G# F C I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. Verse C C C Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back. G# F C Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up. C C C Killed my composure and it will never come back. G# F C Loss of control and l get myself all wound up. C C C Blown out of proportion again. G# F C My temper snaps and l get all wound up. C C C Spontaneous combustion, panic attack. G# F C I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up. [email protected]
