Nervous Tics

On balance I'd take
'Nother 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 feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me you know

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 coldness
Is the worst kind of shade

I'm picking up more nervous tics
You're staying inside, playing dead
So all this longwave silence
Can we please put it to bed?

You control your heartbeat
But you can't shut down
Can't shut down
Can't shut down
Can't shut down

You control your breathing
But you can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me you know