Lose Control

You don't remember my name

I don't really care

Can we play the game your way?

Can I really lose control?

Just once in my life

I think it'd be nice

Just to lose control, just once

[With all the pretty flowers] in the dust

Mary had a lamb

His eyes black as coals

If we play very quiet, my lamb

Mary never has to know

Just once in my life

I think it'd be nice

Just to lose control, just once

If I cut you down to a thing I can use

I fear there'd be nothing good left of you

Just to lose control, just once

Written by A. Lee and T. Balsamo