Michelle, I'm glad you're well,      but did you know your feet are nailed – oh hell –      into the diving board?      Well, it's better than a ward in a hospital      for punctured limbs, the doctor's in      he scratched his head he's not sure,      that the sick should be cured, the sick are just so pure.      Is there a conflict of interest?      Oh you poor narcissist      Go copyright the textbook for the modern age      You took the hook right from your gills      that rope of burning light      Now inside your leather cage you're just a human cow      You're not awkward anymore      I can't see one single flaw so      There's not much more to say that kid was lost had gone astray      It's just an oil slick that flawless mediocrity      There's someone else in know who's better than you,      who's the best I know. Those hands!      Like sunlight on my back. Like sunlight in the sack.      I mean      Love.      It fit like a leather glove mmm      There was a conflict of interest      There were two narcissists      Oh metal hands!      I think they’ve crushed the lightest one      Could I tell you how I feel?      Don't think I even know just      Just that sometimes this guitar      feels like a fucking corpse and      I could have killed you then      but I touched your hair, I touched your face,      And sublimate the drive      there'll be no shame and no disgrace.