Self Control
The night we said that we had won at life
We were high as fucking kites, above the city
And no one's ever looked as pretty as when you turned to walk away
Had to silence my addiction, my inherent invincibility
But 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 look 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
I don't think I could make anyone feel like this
Don't think I could make anyone feel this shit
My formative years, I got as drunk as anyone
And I wonder how that will 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 issues 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 sake
Thank everything that I found this or my life
Would've 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
Don't think I could make anyone feel this shit
These dreams unfamiliar but sincere
Let myself disappear in the warmth of the back seat
Press my knees into the fake sheepskin
Trying to pick who next to run away with
'Cause I'm killing my relationships
But 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
Don't think I could make anyone feel this shit
Feel this shit
We were high as fucking kites, above the city
And no one's ever looked as pretty as when you turned to walk away
Had to silence my addiction, my inherent invincibility
But 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 look 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
I don't think I could make anyone feel like this
Don't think I could make anyone feel this shit
My formative years, I got as drunk as anyone
And I wonder how that will 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 issues 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 sake
Thank everything that I found this or my life
Would've 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
Don't think I could make anyone feel this shit
These dreams unfamiliar but sincere
Let myself disappear in the warmth of the back seat
Press my knees into the fake sheepskin
Trying to pick who next to run away with
'Cause I'm killing my relationships
But 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
Don't 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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