Morning comes I'll scan the sky

It's unwise to trust my eyes

And I need to feel I'm in control (and I need to feel I'm in control)

And I need to feel I'm in control (and I need to feel I'm in control)

I'm at a loss for words

Must've been uncertainty in your voice

Curse this sinking feeling

How I'd let you talk me into this

I've got 50 cents to my stupid name

No one wants to pay a girl a dime

But give their 2 cents like clockwork every time

Get your clothes on I'm not saying this again

It's 9:45 and breakfast ends at 10

I don't wanna hear the promises you can't keep

I just want the poppy with the cream cheese

Get your clothes on I'm not saying this again

It's 9:45 and breakfast ends at 10

I don't wanna hear the promises you can't keep

I just want the poppy with the cream cheese