Letra da Música Beware de Lucky Boys Confusion

Cut the engine when I'm all revved up, pull the rug beneath my feet Pull the trigger when I'm wound up, then you turn your back on me then you say that I'm talking too much, but I'm just talking to myself And whether you like it or not you'll never ask for help Breathing for you Can't be all in my head Changing scares you This is all in your head Beware I swear I will be waiting there Draw the battlelines and back me down to the corner with such ease Turn the knife til I'm so worked up all I do is aim to please The power balance is now upside down with a sudden change of gears Every single word is now washed up by your crocodile tears The setting sun crumbles in the distance Feeble words meeting new resistance Tired games to they make a difference Tired games, tired games