NO CONTROL
One Direction (Louis) Lyrics

Stained coffee cup
The remnants of a spilled coffee act as a reminder of a past encounter.

Just that fingerprinted lipstick’s not enough
The evidence of a passionate kiss in the form of lipstick on a coffee cup is not sufficient to satisfy the longing for more.

Sleep, where you lay
The location where the object of desire slept is a sacred place.

Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case
Despite the intimacy that occurred, there remains an untouched, pure quality on the pillowcase.

Waking up
Realizing the present moment after a night of encounters.

Beside you I’m my loaded gun
Being near the object of desire makes the singer feel like a danger to themselves and others.

I can't contain this anymore
The singer can no longer suppress their emotions and desires.

I'm all yours I've got no control
The artist has surrendered their power to the object of desire, giving them full control.

No control
The artist feels helpless in the face of their desires.

Powerless
The artist feels a lack of control and strength in regard to their desires.

And I don't care it's obvious
The singer is aware of how transparent their feelings are, but does not care.

I just can't get enough of you
The artist's desire for the object of their affections is insatiable.

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed
The singer is surrendering completely to their desires, blinded by their passion.

Taste on my tongue
The memory of the object of desire is strong, lingering on the singer's senses.

I don't want to wash away the night before
The singer wants to hold on to the memories of the night before for as long as possible.

And the heat where you laid
The warmth left behind by the object of desire is a physical reminder of their presence.

I could stay right here and burn in this all day
The artist is so consumed by their desires that they are willing to sacrifice everything else for the object of their affection.

Lost my senses
The singer is so overwhelmed by their feelings that they have lost touch with reality.

I'm defenseless
The singer is vulnerable and exposed in the face of their desires.

Her perfume’s holding me ransom
The scent of the object of desire has a powerful hold over the artist.

Sweet and sour
The object of desire is alluring despite their flaws.

I devour
The artist is insatiable in their desire for the object of their affections.

Lying here I count the hours
The singer is lost in their own desires, unable to focus on anything else.

No control
The artist is still helpless in the face of their desires.

No control
The singer repeats the phrase to emphasize their continued lack of power.

No control
The singer repeats the phrase one last time to drive home the extent of their helplessness.