Matador کے بول

Lately, every morning the horizon looks the same I have been running myself down as you pass me by Ain't it irony to cling to madness in your sleep? I am just getting so caught up getting left behind Get a hold of myself Too slow Poker face Easy go I can't control myself Matador I'm losing it No return Back where I grew up, your name was heard in everything Never gave in return, never asked for favors Glimpses of your body pirouetting through the weeds Throwing your limbs around And that moment, it was ours But I don't want to be the one who answers every time That you are coming down hard or getting too high I can't control myself Matador I'm losing it No return I can't control myself Matador I'm losing it I won't return