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