[Solo]
C D C D
Em D Bm C
Em D Bm C
Em D Bm C
Em D Bm C
C D C D
[Chorus 3]
C D
Plans were made while my back was turned
G C
Said baby, that is no way to live
C D G C
Showed me that carrot on a string but just a little too late
C D C/E G C
The bite from the taste and the smell of the sick somehow reminds me to be myself
D C
Over and over again
D
Over and over again
C
Over and over again
D
Over and over again
Em
Over and over again
D
Over and over again
C
Over and over again
D
Over and over again
Em D
C D Em D
C D Em D
C D Em