Ol' Self-Control

Well, I can't seem to find my old friend, self-control I haven't seen him around, he don't visit no more He's been gone long enough, I ain't myself anymore And I'm a-findin' my ass, sat on the livin' room floor High as a kite, but feelin' lower than before She's been busting my ass, so damn long, for God's sake I knew ol' self-control like the back of my hand He wouldn't let me do nothin', without a well-conceived plan Now I'm reckless and rusted, and busted and bent And it feels like I'm crawlin' through dryin' cement It could be much worse, 'least it ain't too dry yet Maybe ol' self-control's just a-takin' a break He's been bustin' my ass, so damn long for God's sake But deep down, I'm a-wonderin' how long he's gonna take Without ol' self-control, well, my whole life's at stake Without ol' self-control, well, my whole life's at stake