Control
poem: When we lose our grip on predictability, someone else has the wheel
Control
That’s what I give you
This innate obsessive desire to know
The next step, next move, next hour
So me and you, we’re fighting at the steering wheel
Your hand swerving it to the left and I to the right
Control
That’s what I’m giving you lord
Daring to be okay with not being okay
My heart racing at the thought of surprise
What am i if i’m not in
Control
That’s the word that has kept me in the past,
Made me feel stronger and empowered
Now I’m just supposed to let go?
I’m just supposed to trust you?
Control
Maybe I’m projecting man’s failures on you
That I’ve trusted them and they’ve failed me
I’ve given men my heart and they’ve stomped on it
Now I’m a guarded wall, in control
control
I say to myself, of course you’re in control
But help! This is feels out of control
Wait a minute, maybe its cuz I’m driving
Yeah, I’m a terrible driver
So lord
I give you control
Trusting you like when I sit on a bike and close my eyes
Trusting you like falling backwards knowing you’ll catch me
Trusting you like a babe in the air knowing will catch her
Trusting you not because you’re my last option but because,
You’re my best option.
Cuz see, if I said I didn’t have a choice but to trust you, that’s control
But you don’t control me.
You give me the choice
So I choose to trust you
Waiving my rights
To give you control
