Thinking of You - Microwave

They raised their rusty hammers up in heaven

Around the base of God’s great golden throne

And sculpted me the archetypal villain

Of all the children’s stories I was told

And I’ve been told

Believe me I’ve been told

There’s been something about you I’ve never liked

Something insincere about that look up in your eyes

And I can tell that it’s been hell that’s keeping you alive

But you ain’t spoke a word for my entire fucking life

So, I’ve been clenching my jaw

Grinding my teeth up under my sheets

You’re playing with me.

(Pull, pull)

Grinding my teeth up under my sheets

Oh God you’ve gotta calm my thoughts

With every Benzo and Elavil you’ve got

And I’ll rot

Cause all your scripts

Won’t fix the real cause

It’s you God

And all the fucked up scare tactics you use on me

You’ve got in my weak spots

And you’re sick, sick sick sick!

Ba-da-da-daa

You’re playing with me

Oh God you’ve gotta

I’ve got an angel that keeps me from thinking

The hairs on her soft skin couch me, I’m sinking