Out of Control

The blood has dried and the wounds are high
The scars are settling in
So I keep the light low and they still show
I sit and count every stitch

And what it means, what it really means
It's time I let everything go
That's killing me
And turning me
Spinning me so out of control
I don't want to let go, let go
I don't want to let go

I don't know what for but these open doors
Keep slamming in on me
And if life's a joke then it's getting old
And I hope God's looking out for me

What it means, what it really means
It's time I let everything go
That's killing me
And turning me
Spinning me so out of control
I don't want to let go, let go
I don't want to let go

And what it means, what it really means
It's time I let everything go
That's killing me
And turning me
Spinning me so out of control
I don't want to let go
I don't want to let go

The blood has dried and the wounds are high
The scars are settling in