It's All About Control

There's something in my head I've wanted to say

And some of these ideas, they won't go away

And all of my demons, they come out to play

I wish that I had more control of myself because

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

Don't ask me what I think about science and art

I've got all the questions locked up in my heart

There's too much to do and I don't know where to start

Just wish that I had more control of myself because

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I know sometimes it seems like I got it going on

I don't, you wouldn't believe, and oh

Sometimes my dreams are so far-fetched

That I cannot begin to conceive a way out

Yeah

(Yeah, a way out)

It's a waste of my time

It's a waste of my mind

It's a waste of my time

It's a waste of my mind

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

I've had enough of getting drunk, yeah

No