Long Division

Well I was lost in conversation

When he called you were sick and blue

All that I could do

Is make your fears come true



You see I'm sick and tired of masturbation

Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu

All that I can do is make your fears come true



Then multiply

Multiply

(the) fears will multiply



Well I was lost in contemplation

When he called you could not get through

So all that call could do

Is make your fears come true



You see I'm sick of all our confrontations

Sick of how you stick to me like glue

So all that I could do

Is make your fears come true



Then multiply

Multiply

(the)fears will multiply

Multiply



And your love for me will die