Nervous Tics

On balance, I'd take

Another emotional crisis over your slow pulse rate

I'm picking up more nervous tics

You're staying inside, playing dead

And every time a dog barks, it's a bomb dropping overhead

You control your breathing

But you can't control what you're feelin' for me

Can't control what you're feelin' for me

Can't control what you're feelin' for me

Can't control what you're feelin' for me

More graphic nightmares

And I could make that better, but you won't let me, don't dare

So on balance, I'd say

This type of ultra cruelness is the worst kind of shade

I'm picking up more nervous tics

You're staying inside, playing dead

So all this long wave silence

Can we please put it to bed?

You control your heartbeat

But you can't share time

Can't share time

Can't share time

Can't share time

You control your breathing

But you can't control what you're feelin' for me

Can't control what you're feelin' for me

Can't control what you're feelin' for me

Can't control what you're feelin' for me