[Verse 1]

Dinner's getting cold

You haven't touched a thing

So what's it gonna be?

I can hold out much longer than you

When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles

When you're ready, I'll be walking out that door

And don't call me Pretty Baby anymore

Oh, foolish worker bee

I'm your fucking queen

Uh-huh

[Chorus]

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you

The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator

This house is the hole that you could never fill

With rose-blossomed bouquets

Vanities and love seats

[Verse 2]

Sad little boy

I know you get confused

But everyone goes through

These trials of self-truth and self-abuse

When you're selfless, you're so hard not to adore

When you're selfish, I just love you even more

I want to help you, but you've got to say the words

"I want to be cured", drowned

Deep in this hole we've dug for ourselves

Throw me in

Headfirst, submerged in this great depression

Impoverished and impotent

And don't call me Pretty Baby

[Chorus]

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you (The radiator hums)

The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator (This house is the hole)

This house is the hole that you could never fill

With shattered dinner plates

That's how we'll communicate

Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?