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