Long Division
Well
I was lost in conversation when he called
You were sick and blue
But all that I could do
Was make your fears come true
You see
I'm sick and tired of masturbation
Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu
So all that I could do
Is make your fears come true
Then multiply
Multiply
Your fears will multiply
Multiply
Well
I was lost in contemplation when you called
You cannot get through
So all that call could do
Is make your fears come true
You see
I'm sick of all our confrontation
Sick of how you stick to me like glue
So all that I could do
Is make your fears come true
Then multiply
Multiply
Your fears will multiply
Multiply
And your love for me will die