Don't put this note by your face on the pillow
 Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart
 Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the  tools
 I pray you always need them

 I know what you have done
 I know what you have done

 Throwing advice like grenades at the table
 You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change
 Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
 Grow a [bad word] heart love

 I know what you have done
 I know what you have done

 I've got your number
 I've got your number
 I've got your number
 You've got my number