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