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