Unbalance, 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 my dog barks
It's a bomb dropping overhead
More graphic nightmares
And I could make that better
But you won't let me, don't dare
So, unbalance, I'd say
This type of ultra coldness
Is the worst kind I've shared
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?
Can't control
Can't control
Can't control
Can't control
Can't control
Can't control
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