I was watching TV when you called
Voice cracks, this time it's not interference
Call the cops, call someone else
Hands cold, irony of ironies
In this long hot summertime

So, you win
But can't say that out loud
And I'm worried, but quiet about it
Does that make you feel better?

We'll race the kids we hate into heaven
You know they'll hate that
You know I'm on your side

So, you win
But can't say that out loud
And I'm worried, but quiet about it
Does that make you feel better?

Stop saying things you know aren't true
Save that for your funeral
Stop saying things you know are not true
Save that for your funeral

Drape the pitch-white pall, motivated
To cough up blood upon your casket
Your naive desire

If I hear you say that again, (if I hear you say that again!)
I will kill you myself
This place is all white sheets and blue pants
You can't be happy here

Too beautiful
You're too beautiful