Long Division
Long Division
WellI was lost in conversation when he calledYou were sick and blueBut all that I could doWas make your fears come trueYou seeI'm sick and tired of masturbationSick and tired of all this yuppie fluSo all that I could doIs make your fears come true
Then multiplyMultiplyYour fears will multiplyMultiply
WellI was lost in contemplation when you calledYou cannot get throughSo all that call could doIs make your fears come trueYou seeI'm sick of all our confrontationSick of how you stick to me like glueSo all that I could doIs make your fears come true
Then multiplyMultiplyYour fears will multiplyMultiplyAnd your love for me will die