It's a Fucking Setup

i've got a virgin singing of death
with her hands on the back of my neck
but every girl's name that i have been trying to forget
has gotten caught in my throat like they're all still in my bed
and i'm stuck on that scene in the silent film with bad lighting
and all the lines i've been reciting have made her lips look so inviting
but i tried, i tried to turn and leave
but she kissed me, yeah she kissed me as if she believed in me

i am a bad artist with impeccable taste
so all my best works always end up in flames
and i love my slow killers but i just can't wait
i can deal with the pain, it's the suspense i can't take
i keep hearing the call out, but it's a fucking setup
the cops are all waiting in vans down the block
and i am not a good man, no, i've got blood on my hands
so sell me out, i'll understand.

when she was holding me tight
i told her all of my lies
that i had stole all my lines
but she had known the whole time

oh baby, i am a bad artist with impeccable taste
so all my true loves always end up in flames
and i'd quit my slow killers but i'm too afraid
i can deal with the pain, it's being alone i can't take
i keep falling in love, but it's a fucking setup
cuz i know what's waiting for us down the block
i'll have my hands in the air, and i'll be saying my prayers
but someday i... i won't be scared

and i won't need pills or bottles
and i won't need love at all
and i won't need you, and i won't need you, and i won't need you

but even poets are just drunks with diaries
and actors are liars with better memories
and atheists will die hummin pop songs out of key
and that's how you'll find me.

oh that's how you'll find me.

so please just find me.
oh come on, just find me.
oh god, just find me.