You came to me, you stayed with me, suspended me.
You brought me to complacency, then dropped me.

Your absence paralyses me.
What became of productivity?
Bitterness is company.
Keeps the train of tension,
While I wait...

Oh, keeping myself tame,
And feeling as though you're too tired to play.
And it's harder than I thought it would be to contain.

Vexed by remembrances of instances,
All catalogued inside my head to be replayed again.

When all's quiet I'll contemplate them,
Till I haven't the energy.
A comforting psychosis,
Sends me back to sleep,
Again...

Oh, keeping myself tame,
And feeling as though you're too tired to play.
Oh, keeping myself tame,
And feeling as though you're too tired to play.
And it's harder than I thought it would be to contain.