Don`t put this note by your face on the pillow
Don`t put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
Chorus
I know what you have done
Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You`re spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a fucking heart love
Chorus
I know what you have done
I`ve got your number
You`ve got my number