My Own Mess

G D A Bm It's more than ordinary, sometimes it is scary. G D A F# I'm more than open to anything G D A Bm I think it's amazing, and when it comes to face em, G D A F# Nearly everyone chucks their dollar change. G D A Bm I just sat down to breathe, for a second now I see, G D A F# That it will never make sense all at once. G D A Bm It will come some days, on some nights real late, G D A F# Nobody wants to ever face a gun. G D A Bm Well I might've got caught up, in the middle of my own mess G D F# As time goes on, I'll get through it. G D A Bm I hope that I won't make the same mistake again, G D F# But to live, I will try not to lose it. G D A Bm It's more than ordinary, sometimes it is scary. G D A F# I'm more than open to anything G D A Bm I think it's amazing, and when it comes to face em, G D A F# Nearly everyone chucks their dollar change. G D A Bm I just sat down to breathe, for a second now I see, G D A F# That it will never make sense all at once. G D A Bm It will come some days, on some nights real late, G D A F# Nobody wants to ever face a gun. G D A Bm Well I might've got caught up, in the middle of my own mess G D F# As time goes on, I'll get through it. G D A Bm I hope that I won't make the same mistake again, G D F# But to live, I will try not to lose it. Bm G D F# Bm G F# A# Bm G D F# Bm G F# A# Bm