Ol' Self-Control

Well, I can't seem to find my old friend, self-control
I haven't seen him around, he don't visit no more
He's been gone long enough, I ain't myself anymore
And I'm a-findin' my ass, sat on the livin' room floor
High as a kite, but feelin' lower than before

She's been busting my ass, so damn long, for God's sake
I knew ol' self-control like the back of my hand
He wouldn't let me do nothin', without a well-conceived plan
Now I'm reckless and rusted, and busted and bent
And it feels like I'm crawlin' through dryin' cement
It could be much worse, 'least it ain't too dry yet

Maybe ol' self-control's just a-takin' a break
He's been bustin' my ass, so damn long for God's sake
But deep down, I'm a-wonderin' how long he's gonna take
Without ol' self-control, well, my whole life's at stake
Without ol' self-control, well, my whole life's at stake



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Writer(s): Joshua Quimby
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