Self-Help

Electrocuted in the bathtub Yellow, black my bruises become The heart is a heavy coffin Where I lay down everyone I love I used the self-help book to kill a fly I think it worked, Mom, I think I'm fine Well, pray for my fifth of a century, the start of the beginning The light in my eyes, not the tears that fall out Well, you have a soft sort of power But you know I'm not your napkin This time, this time, this time, this time Well, you have a soft sort of power But you know I'm not your napkin This time, this time, this time