Electrocuted in the bathtub

Yellow, black, my bruises become

The heart is a heavy coffin

Where I lay down everyone I love

I used the self-help book to kill a fly

I think it worked, mom, I think I'm fine

I pray for my fifth of a century, the start of the beginning

The light in my eyes, not the tears that fall out

Well, you have a soft sort of power

But you know I'm not your napkin

This time, this time, this time, this time

Well, you have a soft sort of power

But you know I'm not your napkin

This time, this time, this time