I'm not such a good lover   I'm a better talker   So when you touch me there   I'm scared that you'll see   Not the way that I don't love you   But the way that I don't love myself      And there are things these days   That can help you through a phase   Like food and health and fear   I prefer the beer   Not the way that I don't love you   But the way that I hate myself      Oh when the cityscape is born   From the ocean floor   It speaks its native tongue   Physical, subliminal   Not the way that it left you cold   But the way that you left yourself      And the moon falls from the earth   And the sun, it fills it's girth   And I know we'll go howl at the night, oh howl at the night   But still the sun will not hide our fight, oh hide our fight      Oh, I laugh a lot but that's just a plot   I found a way to make the night stay   Not the way that I don't love you   But the way that I hate myself   Not the way that I don't love you   But the way that I hate myself      It was Oprah, on the TV show   She told me so   It was Oprah, on the TV show   She told me so      Not the way that I don't love you   But the way that I love myself