INTRO:
God, grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.

HOOK (x4):
Self Control and
Moderation
One life, (echo)
Time’s wasting.

VERSE 1:
Too much of one thing can be so bad
And not enough of others is enough to drive you mad
So thanks Dad, for half of my addictions
And thank you Mom, for all of my convictions
I thank the court for the shitty ass conditions
The profit based decisions, incentivized convictions
The bogus diagnosis of my motives and intentions
The theft of three birthdays and two Christmases
Adding to my mental conditions
Which in the first place may never have existed
Now I'm lifted, on my own medication
And the talent I’ve been gifted I can slowly see fading
Is this scripted?!?!?
Cause I think that I am aiding
The same fuckin' system that I have been evading
If it's written, I am the writer and there is no waiting
For one thing is certain
Time’s wasting.

HOOK (x4):
Self Control and
Moderation
One life, (echo)
Time’s wasting.

VERSE 2:
You gave me a reason to escape
Showed me a path and a spacecraft that I could take
Now I've lived half my life asleep while still awake and
I don't know if I can keep up with the pace
If I taste something bitter in my mouth
That’s my body telling me that I should spit it out
But to live without any of these vices has never made sense to the lives that I've lived.
Just Kids, reduced to delinquents
Far away from home so their parents can't frequent
I wanted tamagotchi and no fibonacci sequence can destroy or dull memories of these events.
Coincidence? That some I don't see well?
Thanks to my first drugs Paxil and Seroquel.
Treated like a lab rat running on a metal wheel
Now I'm try’na trade it for a family and a carousel.

HOOK (x4):
Self Control and
Moderation
One life, (echo)
Time’s wasting.

VERSE 3:
To truly win
I gotta be who I was before my first cigarette
Before my first buzz
Before the abuse that I suffered as a baby
Before I ever met that sick babysitter lady
Before I ever let my Dad’s porn drive me crazy
Sneaking in his drawer after school on the daily
Before I knew the term “self-harm”
Before I knew the consequence of marking up my arm
Before the public school ever took me to court
Before my life equaled tax dollars to extort
Before I learned how to hold it all in
Just to get back to my family and friends
Before I thought its influence came to an end
Before I proved myself wrong time and time again
Before I felt like I had no kin, yeah
I truly gotta change before I truly win.

HOOK (x4):
Self Control and
Moderation
One life, (echo)
Time’s wasting.