I'm not such a good lover
I'm a better talker
So when you touch me there
I'm scared that you'll see
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I don't love myself
And there are things these days
That can help you through a phase
Like food & health & fear
I prefer the beer
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself
Oh when the cityscape is born
From the ocean floor
It speaks its native tongue
Physical, subliminal
Not the way that it left you cold
But the way that you left yourself
When the Moon falls from the Earth
When the Sun, it fills its girth
And I know we'll go howl at the night
But still the sun will not hide our fight
Oh, I laugh a lot
But that's just a plot
I found a way to make the night stay
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself