What makes me tick

I'm becoming the other man

Red O across my sleeve

In public when I grieve

'Cause I can't even reach for your hand

I'm wasted

And you're in control until we are alone

And then and only then do I know

What makes me tick

Desire's a sickening joy

It's so hard-won

When I must get gone

Every time he's again a good boy

I'm wasted

And he's in control, I suppose that's not so

But then and only then do I know

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

Your eyes as they're dressing me down

And holding on to

Each breath buried within you

When we're finally going to town

I'm wasted

And I can't perform, I've no dance, I've no song

And then and only then do I know

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

Is failing to safeguard my heart

Against your heartfelt advice

And to no one's surprise

I'm constantly waiting in line

I'm wasted

And out of control now that we are on hold

I'm circling the drain, I am popping champagne

I want it so bad that I'm fine being had

And then and only then do I know

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

And you're it, you're it

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick

What makes me tick