I admit it...what's to say

I'll relive it...without pain

Backstreet lover on the side

Of the road

I got a bomb in my temple

That is gonna explode

I got a .16 gauge buried

Under my clothes...I play.

Once upon a time I could control myself

Once upon a time I could lose myself

Oh try and mimic... what's insane

I am in it...where do I stand?

Indian summer I hate the heat

I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat

I got my hand in my pocket

So determined

Discreet...I pray.

Once upon a time I could control myself

Once upon a time I could lose myself

Once upon a time I could love myself

Once upon a time I could love myself

Once

Once

Once