[Verse:]
Driving upstate on the useless stairs of being all in control
Turning my back upon my gas with myself i fight the road
Yes going down this road bitter cold with grey lights close me down
Spending my days with the dues i take as long as i
God i need some control
Yes i need some control
I need some control
Going slow
Moving slow
Way back down in the rainy town where i see that something is wrong
Going the road with desperate no when it's there for far too long
Now rocking the shook no shields to her clothes when her waist go around
She goes down and spins around for reason
God i need some control
Yes i need some control
I need some control
Going slow
Moving slow
There's a place where the famous trace i was even there at all
Twisting around to fix my spine in a cloud i can't recall
I've been stuck in the bed feeling every well of nerves of brought you down
Finding a way of the thoughts i've made is cloud enough