she's falling for herself again
i'm not qualified to step in
to break her heart
to make her art
to kill her till she falls apart

she's falling for herself again
playing games looking through her glass of gin
i want to see
what happens to me
if i touch what i believe

you're a fucker from above
and i'm inhuman in my need to be loved
just like everybody else
you tell me again to love myself
then tell me i'm selfish and going to hell

you play that guitar hook one more time
i'll wring your neck in vulgar lime
and serve you as a cocktail dish
on a silver plate under dead fish