[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
Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?
The phone in this section is a reference to a line in the first track of the album, “The Casualty”, where Kasher sings “And there’s still a hole where the phone was thrown.” The throwing of the phone and the hole it creates represent both a literal event that happened during a fight and a metaphor for their lack of communication and the damage they’re done to their relationship.
The couple in the song no longer talks to each other like a normal, healthy couple. They communicate exclusively through shattered plates, thrown phones, and other exhibitions of anger.
Speaking as his ex-wife here, Kasher refers back to an earlier song in the album, “The Lament of Pretty Baby”, where she’s referred to by that name repeatedly. Apparently, she’s not a fan of the pet name.