Lose Control - The Lawrence Arms

Dear blackhole, will you read this?

I lost control at the wheel

I watched the oceans drown every city

From my penthouse smile, I leave the TV on

The sound of the chatter keeps me from getting lonely

All the kids are gone

I’ve been swimming in a pool of money

I’m rich like a dead king they say

My name rings out on those pathetic streets

A hollow sound, a dead wind on the edge of town

I’ll make them love me

Or I’ll buy and sell that sorry souls

The oil is beautiful and it’s flowing

I don’t feel empty anymore

I live in cold blood, in a house with a thousand doors

When the boiler grounds, a hundred tigers keep me warm

I’ll live forever, charge days to my credit card

I own the future, and I own what’s left of yours

I’ll make them love me

Or I’ll buy and sell that sorry souls

The oil is beautiful and it’s flowing

I don’t feel empty anymore

Dear blackhole, can you hear me?

We lost control

We lost control

We lost control

Dear blackhole, can you hear me?

We lost control at the wheel

We lost control at the wheel