Self Control

I wanted this to be ironically listening to 80’s cheesiness. But, uh, yeah. So this is apparently speaking to me.

Oh, the night is my world /City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It’s the night time that flatters/ In the night, no control Through the wall something’s breaking/Wearing white as you’re walkin’ Down the street of my soul/You take my self, you take my self control . . .

A safe night, I’m living in the forest of my dream /I know the night is not as it would seem I must believe in something, so I’ll make myself believe it /That this night will never go. . .

Laura Branigan, “Self Control” 1984

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