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