Cursive The Radiator Hums Lyrics

The Radiator Hums Lyrics

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 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?