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