Fiction (Whipping Boy)

Done with drinking, thinking, fighting I've sat down and washed out greed Turned on shyness, conquered weakness Out of kindness some say need Hear me, I can't find a place where I belong Hear me, never give much thought to what went wrong I can't control myself I can't control myself No more songs for swinging lovers Streams of whisky over me U.C. Bjorling be my teacher Dress me down like Kid Chelene Bleed me, there must be more to life than this Bleed me, I can't recall the things I miss I can't control myself I can't control myself God knows that I'm only trying Only trying to please me Not for me your idol worship Not for me your games of greed Forgive me, I can't find a line to fit this song Forgive me, I'm not a friend who lasts for long I can't control myself I can't control myself I can't control myself I can't control myself