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?...