It's a Fucking Setup

i've got a virgin singing of death

with her hands on the back of my neck

but every girl's name that i have been trying to forget

has gotten caught in my throat like they're all still in my bed

and i'm stuck on that scene in the silent film with bad lighting

and all the lines i've been reciting have made her lips look so inviting

but i tried, i tried to turn and leave

but she kissed me, yeah she kissed me as if she believed in me

i am a bad artist with impeccable taste

so all my best works always end up in flames

and i love my slow killers but i just can't wait

i can deal with the pain, it's the suspense i can't take

i keep hearing the call out, but it's a fucking setup

the cops are all waiting in vans down the block

and i am not a good man, no, i've got blood on my hands

so sell me out, i'll understand.

when she was holding me tight

i told her all of my lies

that i had stole all my lines

but she had known the whole time

oh baby, i am a bad artist with impeccable taste

so all my true loves always end up in flames

and i'd quit my slow killers but i'm too afraid

i can deal with the pain, it's being alone i can't take

i keep falling in love, but it's a fucking setup

cuz i know what's waiting for us down the block

i'll have my hands in the air, and i'll be saying my prayers

but someday i... i won't be scared

and i won't need pills or bottles

and i won't need love at all

and i won't need you, and i won't need you, and i won't need you

but even poets are just drunks with diaries

and actors are liars with better memories

and atheists will die hummin pop songs out of key

and that's how you'll find me.

oh that's how you'll find me.

so please just find me.

oh come on, just find me.

oh god, just find me.