Your back curves like a creeping vine   With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine, yeah   In the black-coffee bowl of your eye   Why do you overestimate the size of the lie?      I've seen the dangers of your rising sign   But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter   It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it   I resent the way you make me like myself      My nerves jump like a boiling pan   Like a skillet full of oil spits rattling on the burner   When I stumble onto the thought   Of the match you lit and dropped and set the dial to slow yearn      I've seen the dangers of your rising sign   But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter   It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it   I resent the way you make me like myself      Can I spell it out?   Ah, can I spell it out?      I've seen the dangers of your rising sign   But I swear I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter   It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it   I resent the way you make me like myself   I resent the way you make me like myself