Intro: B  F#  C#9   D#m

   B                  F#
If I was a question, would you be my answer?
   C#9                D#m
If I was the music, would you be the dancer
   B                   F#
If I was the student, would you be the teacher?
   C#9                 D#m
If I was the sinner, would you be the preacher?
 
 B                  F#
Would you be my? what's the don do-do-don
   C#9                 D#m
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it
    B                F#
what's the don do-do-don
    C#9                       D#m
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it

    B                             F#                    C#9
Feelin? like a digit in the system, just anotha stupid number
   D#m
I don't know know know
    B                  F#                  C#9
Everything is twisted, I can feel it, it's another stupid summer
    D#m
When it's cold cold cold
    B                    F#                   C#9            D#m
We can do it on our own, head up to a place where maybe no-one goes
    B                                         F#
In a rocket full of liquor and a Polaroid fo? pictures
    C#9                         D#m
Baby, you should stop me before I lose control

     B                              F#             C#9
How a-perfect a person that might go through your person
     D#m
Put on your disguise?
You see the stars, but they just see the skies
And you see my scars, what do they see

      B                  F#
If I was a question, would you be my answer?
      C#9                D#m
If I was the music, would you be the dancer
       B                 F#
If I was the student, would you be the teacher?
       C#9               D#m
If I was the sinner, would you be the preacher?
        B               F#
Would you be my? what's the don do-do-don
        B                     F#
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it
        C#9         D#m
what's the don do-do-don
         B                   F#              C#9   D#m
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it

         B                   F#                      C#9
Got yo finger on the trigger, and you aimin at the mirror
                 D#m
don't you shoot, that ain't you, nah
         B                            F#                      C#9
'cause on the outside you pretendin? but you hurtin? in the endin?
                D#m
what's the truth, what's the truth?

        B                      F#                 C#9
How a-perfect a person that might go through your person
         D#m
Put on your disguise?
         B                   F#
You see the stars, but they just see the skies
         C#9               D#m
And you see my scars, what do they see

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