Out Of Control

The blood has dried and the wounds are high

The scars are settling in

So I keep the light low and they still show

I sit and count every stitch

And what it means, what it really means

It's time I let everything go

That's killing me

And turning me

Spinning me so out of control

I don't want to let go, let go

I don't want to let go

I don't know what for but these open doors

Keep slamming in on me

And if life's a joke then it's getting old

And I hope God's looking out for me

What it means, what it really means

It's time I let everything go

That's killing me

And turning me

Spinning me so out of control

I don't want to let go, let go

I don't want to let go

And what it means, what it really means

It's time I let everything go

That's killing me

And turning me

Spinning me so out of control

I don't want to let go

I don't want to let go

The blood has dried and the wounds are high

The scars are settling in