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