Control

by Lucas Howard

Genre: Folk

Lyrics

I’ve heard it’s either admiration or possession
No, you cannot have them both
It’s clear I speak a different language
By the face of confusion that you’ve sold
See, like a dog I will bark at things
That I don’t understand
These constant run-ins with your yesterdays
And places you have been

Cure me of my ailment
We have our stories we both can bend

In gambling my name, I placed the bet
And ended up a joke
Now I’m singin’ the same song
Until the barrier is broke

Blur these splintered visions
to
Cure me of my ailment
We have our stories we both can bend
Oh I’ll play it as if pretending that
I never run in place with my steps
What excuse can I use next?

Cure me of my ailment
We have our stories we both can bend
Oh I’ll play it as if pretending that
I never run in place with my steps
What excuse can I use next?