Low Control

Bound by loss Waiting for summer to die Willing your fate upon her Sooner or later you’re burning friends Storing hate in your body’s core Low wages and low control More anxious with every laugh Will you cover your ears when she cries If only you could see who you are Sooner or later, your drive is gone Stomach wrecked, and your muscles torn Low wages and low control More anxious with every hour The steel in your heart comes with a price Comes with a clause Each summer feeds off the one before Until the heat holds the year in place