Did someone tell me to slow down, or am I starting to come to my senses?
Self-control takes some practice
Testing the water is foolish, find me as I'm drowning in it
Climb the rope just to fall back in
And I'm not sick or a victim, 'cause when I start I know how it'll finish
Self-control takes some practice

Itching to not think about it
Buried there in my genetics
Cast in stone
And I don't want to fall further from grace
But I can't stand upright
Red face, cold bones
Used to help me when I couldn't fall asleep, but now I'm up all night
Lost keys, ripped clothes
Everyone else seems to know when to breathe
But I can't stop once I've choked down a couple of drinks
I don't mention it in front of family
'Cause I don't want them to know
Just die alone

Self-control takes some practice
Takes some practice
Climb the rope just to fall back in
Just to fall back in
Self-control takes some practice
Takes some practice
Cast in stone, but I don't want to fall