A
I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets
The way the drugs would feel, they were hard to get
E F#m A
The problem is simple, nostalgia cycle
E F#m7 A
My mind is in a fight against the time that I have left
E F#m A
Hmm, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah
E F#m A
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah)
E F#m A
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah)
E F#m A
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Ah-ah)
E F#m A Amj7
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (Ah-ah)
E F#m A
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
A
I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets
Before I lost myself in so much random sex
E F#m A
I'm sleepin' with strangers, ignorin' the dangers
Amaj7 E F#m A
Scribble my past up, I scrubbed these erasers
E F#m A
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah
E F#m A
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah)
E F#m Amaj7
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah)
E F#m A
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Ah-ah)
E F#m A
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (Ah-ah)
E F#m A
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
E F#m A
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
E F#m A
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time, hm
E F#m A F#m
My soul is spent, I'm not here for [?] E F#m Amj7
I can't forget, but you wouldn't understand
E F#m A
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
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