Control Freak Poem by Andrew Daglish

IF YOU PUSH ME TOO FAR, CAN’T PULL ME BACK.
WHEN THE RED MIST DESCENDS, I’M SOMEONE ELSE.
AM OUTTA MY HEAD, CAN’T TRUST MYSELF.
YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU, NO DOUBT.

YOU’VE CHANGED, IN SUCH A BAD WAY.
I’VE CHANGED, MY PHONE NUMBER TODAY.
YOU’VE CHANGED FROM THAT SWEET GIRL NEXT DOOR
I’VE CHANGED, DON’T WANT YOU CALLING NO MORE


KEEP PUSHING MY BUTTONS, DAY AFTER DAY.
IF IT’S BETTER UNSAID, YOU’D HAVE TO SAY.
KEEP WINDING ME UP, SO TIGHT I CAN’T BREATHE.
SLOWLY CRUSHING THE MAN, THAT USED TO BE ME.

YOU’VE CHANGED BUT NOT IN A GOOD WAY
I’VE CHANGED, ALL THE HOUSE LOCKS TODAY
YOU’VE CHANGED FROM THAT GIRL I FIRST SAW
I’VE CHANGED, DON’T WANT YOU COMING ROUND NO MORE.


GOT THE VOLUME AT MAX, TRYING TO DROWN YOU OUT.
COS IT’S NOT ROCK’N’ROLL, WHEN YOU TWIST, SCREAM’N’SHOUT.
YOU WERE MY VEIN, IN A BLOODLESS DROUGHT.
NOW YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF ME, NO DOUBT.