Laura calls me in the middle of the night
Passes on her painful information
Then these careless fingers, they get caught in her vice
Til they're bleeding on my coffee table
Living alone isn't all that it's cracked up to be
Oh whoa whoa
I'm on her side, why does she push the poison on me?
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa
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Here I am feeling like a fucking fool
Do I react the way exactly she intends me to?
Every time I think I'm off the hook she makes me lose my cool
I'm her machine and she can punch all the keys
And she can push any button I was programmed through
Laura calls me when she needs a good fix