Self Control - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
Night we said that we had won at life
We were high as fuckin' kites
Above the city
No one's ever looked as pretty
As when you turned to walk away
I had the silo, my addiction, my inherent invincibility
We all learn from and yearn for what we had
In the guts of the glory days
Look back and be nostalgic
To blanket our current fears
I looked death in the eye once a week
For a couple of years
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
And I don't think that I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel this shit
In my formative years, I got as drunk as anyone
And I guess this is how that affects me
Now that those years have been and gone
My stagnant half-form
My mind malnourished and my bones near breaking
Or does everyone come up like this?
Never giving, always taking
The iusses that we let cloud our heads
To distract ourselves from how fucked we truly are
And passion can be pointless
If it's all for passion's sake
I thank everything that I found this or my life
Would have been a complete waste
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
And I don't think that I could make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel this shit
These streets unfamiliar but sincere
Let myself disappear in the warmth of the back seat
Press my knees into the fake sheepskin
Try to pick who next to run away with
'Cause I'm killing my relationships
By trying to keep a lid on it
I want some dive-in happiness
I want to be in love again
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
And I don't think that I could make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel this shit
Feel this shit
We were high as fuckin' kites
Above the city
No one's ever looked as pretty
As when you turned to walk away
I had the silo, my addiction, my inherent invincibility
We all learn from and yearn for what we had
In the guts of the glory days
Look back and be nostalgic
To blanket our current fears
I looked death in the eye once a week
For a couple of years
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
And I don't think that I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel this shit
In my formative years, I got as drunk as anyone
And I guess this is how that affects me
Now that those years have been and gone
My stagnant half-form
My mind malnourished and my bones near breaking
Or does everyone come up like this?
Never giving, always taking
The iusses that we let cloud our heads
To distract ourselves from how fucked we truly are
And passion can be pointless
If it's all for passion's sake
I thank everything that I found this or my life
Would have been a complete waste
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
And I don't think that I could make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel this shit
These streets unfamiliar but sincere
Let myself disappear in the warmth of the back seat
Press my knees into the fake sheepskin
Try to pick who next to run away with
'Cause I'm killing my relationships
By trying to keep a lid on it
I want some dive-in happiness
I want to be in love again
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
Come on, teach me self-control
Come on, tell me what to say
And I don't think that I could make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make anyone feel like this
Think I could make anyone feel this shit
Feel this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fitzgerald, William Wagner, Christopher Cowburn, Lee Hartney
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