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