Control - Brooke Bentham

You look me in the eyes, and I see

We’re not okay

Tell me what is it about me

You really hate

Was it something I did

That pissed you off somehow?

Was it something I did

That pissed you off somehow?

And it’s all the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, yeah

All the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind

On my mind

Told my friends I’d call them when

The time is right

They told me I look less alive

Than they’re used to

I need some kind of control

To put me through

Not needing you

And it’s all the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, yeah

All the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, yeah

How does

It feel

To hold onto

Something good?

And it’s all the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind

I don’t need anyone else

A close loss from dangerous skin

And it’s all the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind

And it’s all the time, the time, the time, the time

You’re on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, yeah