Nervous Tics (Maceo Plex remix)

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 my 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, no

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 I've shared

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?...