Started fleeing comfort for something closer

To the edge for the view in contempt of the conscience thoughts

Abandoning my shoes

But I turned to walk towards home instead

Though I am not without weakness

I will define what lies ahead;

I'm not out of control

Now I'm swerving in and out

To feel the force

Of the curve unchecked;

I'm fond of the danger

Nothing's really out of line

Everyone should make the time to find it

Will you ride beside me now, or have I frightened all the words away?

I'm not out of control

If we could focus now

I'm certain this would all be clearer

Couldn't we last for a while?

What if we can't???

Everything around me now will be reduced to the ground

At the cost of my foolish nature

Consequence and conditioning

All weighing at me

To slow my patience

It could all be worth it though

How the hell are we to know

We try...

It could all be worth it though

How the hell are we to know

We try...

I'm not out of control