Self Control
The Smith Street Band
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D Bm The night we said that we had won at life,G A We were high as fucking kites, above the city,D No ones ever looked as pretty as when you turned to walk awayBm Had to silence my addiction, my inherent invincibilityG But we all learn from and yearn for what we had,A In the guts of the glory days,D Bm Look back and be nostalgic, to blanket our current fears,G A I look death in the eye once a week, For a couple of years ChorusG D Come on teach me self control, Come on tell we what to say x2Bm A G And I dont think that I could make anyone feel like thisD Bm Dont think I could make anyone feel like thisA D Dont think I could make anyone feel this shit Verse TwoContinues after the adD Bm My formative years I got as drunk as anyoneG And I wonder how that will affect me,A Now that those years have been and gone,D Bm My stagnant half form, my mind malnourished and my bones near breaking,G Why does everyone come up like thisA Never giving, always takingD Bm The issues that we let cloud our heads to distract ourselves from how fucked we truly areG Passion can be pointless if it’s all for passion sakeA Thank everything I found else my life, woulda been a complete waste ChorusG D Come on teach me self control, Come on tell we what to say x2Bm A G And I dont think that I could make anyone feel like thisD Bm Dont think that I could make anyone feel like thisA G Dont think that I could make anyone feel this shit BridgeG D G These dreams unfamiliar but sincere,D G Let myself disappear in the warmth of the back seatD G Press my knees into the fake sheepskinD Trying to pick who next to run away withBm Cause Im killing my relationshipsG But trying to keep a lid on itA I wont survive in happiness I want to be in love again ChorusG D A G A D Come on teach me self control, Come on tell we what to say x2Bm A G And I dont think that I could make anyone feel like thisD Bm Dont think I could make anyone feel like thisA D Dont think I could make anyone feel this shit