take my word for it, i'm not worth it
i ignored you all night and you don't deserve it
morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot
i was sure you were right but you're not

i contemplate [bad word] fate
someone will hurt me so bad one day
and you'll resonate or i'll apologize
or maybe i'll make the same mistake twice

i hide from phonecalls under the warm water
and malice desists, no it woefully recurs
and it plays like daytime tv shows, i confuse you
and i tell you not to love me but i still kiss you when i want to
and i lament, you're innocent
but somehow the object of my discontent
and its [bad word] up, i let you in
even though i've seen what can happen

you make a tape, i receive it in the mail
and i force myself busy, the diversion will prevail
and i will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up
and i will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub