作曲 : Cursive
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. 
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 loveseats 
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 
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 shattered dinner plates 
That's how we'll communicate 
Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?