Every time that you head out to the shop I presume that you've been hit by a car. Every time I

miss a call from my mum I think that another family member's died. Why oh why does my mind

distort, spin all thoughts out of proportion? Why oh why does my mind hate me?

Every time I set foot inside a car I see vehicles crush like cans of cola. I have reservations about

the safety of the central barrier. Why oh why does my mind distort, smash all cars into each

other? Why oh why does my mind hate me?

Talk to me, cause I'm on the edge. I'm holding on by my fingernails and I don't wanna fail again.

Talk to me, cause I'm on the edge. I'm holding on by my fingernails. By my fingernails again.

Every time that I head out to my job I presume that I forgot to lock up. Every time I head

downstairs at night I approach like I'm in MI5.

Wait until you hear, hear, hear, hear, hear from me.

Because I need you here, here, here, here, here with me.

Why won't you talk to me?

Why won't you talk?