Control

I'm sorry I can't adhere to your desires

I have no urge to make myself get any higher

Plain old life has always been enough for me

I'm sorry for those who tend to disagree

It's so sad you have to drown in order to breathe

I don't claim to be a saint, no

I just wanted to say

When did we start coming out at night

My child's eyes are struggling to fight

It won't be long until

The friends I know are gone

And replaced by complimentary strangers

Impervious to life's sober dangers

I'd give it a shot

But I don't want to lose control

And be some man

In all his drunk fucking glory

Sitting around telling high school stories

And our routine will turn into a figure-eight

And we'll skate through our lives

Telling the same stories to our wives

About when we used to go outside

About how fun wasn't always just meant for the night

About the things we stole, and how we had control

I don't wanna lose control

Oh no, no, no I don't

No, I don't