Control - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Please excuse me for the way I act

So I've asked too many times

Drawing circles to show where I'm at

As if they'd lead me to divine

I know I like the idea of providence

So I force my head low

And always spit my blood on the table

And though I like the idea of confidence

I'm in love with control

Please excuse me for the way I act

So I can't seem to recall

Too aware I've asked too many times

Is it okay, I'd like to hold on?

Though I like the idea of permanence

I keep my mouth shut

And only try to speak when I'm able

Though I like the idea of you sleeping next to me

I'm waiting just to watch you go

I'm in love with control

Though I like the idea of providence

I know I can't see straight

With my head through the table

Though I like the idea of confidence

You're pulling like a thread here

Unraveled in my hand

I'm in love with control

I'm in love with control