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