Cut the engine when I'm all revved up   Pull the rug beneath my feet   Pull the trigger when I'm all 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   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 all washed up   By your crocodile tears      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   Beware, I swear, I will be waiting there      Go      The setting sun crumbles in the distance   Feeble words meeting new resistance   Tired games do they make a difference   Tired games, tired games      Beware, I swear, I will be waiting there   Beware, I swear, I will be waiting there   Beware, I swear, I will be waiting there   Beware, I swear, I will be waiting there