CTRL

I didn’t want to tell you when I saw you
But you have a habit of losing control
And losing control over that very act

It’s questionable how I should react

Given my stature
Soft, small girl
Uneasy, shy, reserved
Says the wrong things at the right time

So you glanced away, ditched my eyes
Sighed a bunch, hands on thighs
Said you had to go
As if I didn’t already know

So you glanced away
But you have a habit of losing control
Soft, small girl
Says the right things at the wrong time

Says the right things at the wrong time


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