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 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? 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, no