Control

Song: Control

Album: Losing The Game

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

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Crazy games we play

Crazy things we say

we fight for control

whether it’s right or wrong

The truth is not enough

The truth is not enough

Happiness

was it asking too much

So why settle for the ride like the nearest pedals on a stolen bike

to getaway

Growin’ feathers that were never meant to fly, and strugglin’ to remember why

ya’ came, all this way

Fallen to the simple resolution:

this is everything you’re not,

but everything you want.

So you hold on,

just

to let it go.

Ya run around, run around, run around

Burnin’ out, burnin’ out, burnin’ out

Ya run around, run around, run around

Burnin’ out, burnin’ out, burnin’ out

On a sinkin’ ship, drownin’ in the now

Reachin’ for the sky underneath the ground

Holdin’ on to the ceiling

People screamin, “Teach me how”.

Am I just another drunk phone call

you regret when the mornin comes

Is what it is, who I’m supposed to be

Is what it was, where I’m supposed to leave

Ya use words like “love” and “forever”

to heal the hearts ya severed

I bet ya friends call ya “clever”

I call you “never”.

Ridin’ on a horse that’s always runnin’ late,

but you insist that it’ll be on-time someday,

chasin’ yesterday.

Is it the question or the answer that you’re not willin’ to stop,

and figure out where the hell you’re goin’

far as almost

Fallen to the simple resolution:

This is everything you’re not,

but everything you want.

So ya’ hold on,

just

to let it go

Ya run around, run around, run around

Burnin’ out, burnin’ out, burnin’ out

Ya run around, run around, run around

Burnin’ out, burnin’ out, burnin’ out

Ya run around, run around, run around

Burnin’ out, burnin’ out, burnin’ out

Ya run around, run around, run around

Burnin’ out, burnin’ out, burnin’ out

Crazy games we play

Crazy things we say

I know why I’m alive, for sure,

but what are we

fighting for.