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