iii) Control

[Verse:]

Driving upstate on the useless stairs of being all in control

Turning my back upon my gas with myself i fight the road

Yes going down this road bitter cold with grey lights close me down

Spending my days with the dues i take as long as i

God i need some control

Yes i need some control

I need some control

Going slow

Moving slow

Way back down in the rainy town where i see that something is wrong

Going the road with desperate no when it's there for far too long

Now rocking the shook no shields to her clothes when her waist go around

She goes down and spins around for reason

God i need some control

Yes i need some control

I need some control

Going slow

Moving slow

There’s a place where the famous trace i was even there at all

Twisting around to fix my spine in a cloud  i can’t recall

I’ve been stuck in the bed feeling every well of nerves of brought you down

Finding a way of the  thoughts i’ve made is cloud enough