Control

Calling you, get home
I've never been so drunk and alone
You could have the bed, I could sleep right on the floor

Knocking at your door
You've never seen me like this before
So goodbye and oh well, hey I hope I see you in hell

I'll probably die in these sheets I 'spose
I'd do anything to keep going on



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Writer(s): Brian Swindle, Paul Leavitt, Nathaniel Gleason
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