Lyrics

Sitting here thinkin' bout society Do you wanna hear some irony? I don't like going out But I don't wanna stay at home Laying here thinkin' bout the things I hate Staring at a screen til my mind goes blank It's the same every day When you know you're not in control In control In control I been feeling like I lost my my mind now Every mountain that I had to climb I'm Bonafide I'm dying every day (See the worst hasn't come around) Had enough of the suits and parents Feel like I'm never allowed to stand I'm Losing all my self determined fate I'll never never never never be In control In control In control In control Fitted up with Doctor Martens Suit of armor in the cut I'm a mystery to all the doggies in the pound - I'm a mutt Sick of tossing hearts to passive folks I haven't seen in months Orchestrating the butter cup I need control I buckle up Cruising with my silver sprocket Gnarly on the dirt trails Air balloon - I make it hail Tidal wave I make us sail Getting agitated like Napoleon when Kip is home Siri interrupt the music Guess I gotta toss the phone In control (I try to get it out my mind, but I think it all the time) In control (I don't wanna be morose, but I guess that's how it goes) In control (I try to live every day, but the fact still doesn't change) In control (It's like you're part of a show, when you're never in control)
Writer(s): Aaron Steinberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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