A
A C D A C D A C D A C D
I admit it, what's to say?
A C D A C D A C D A C D
I'll relive it without pain
A
Back-street lover on the side of the road
A
I gotta bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
A Bb
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes
Bb
I play
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah
A C D A C D A C D A C D
Oh try and mimic what's insane
A C D A C D A C D A C D
I am in it; where do I stand?
A
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat
A
I got a back street lover on the passenger seat
A
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet
Bb
I pray
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could love myself, yeah
G A Bb C G A Bb C
Once upon a time I could love you, yeah, yeah
G A
Once
Bb C
Once
G A
Once
Bb C
Once
G A
Once
Bb C
Once
G A Bb C
