Oh, what a breakdown Pretty bad like my unborn son once smelled to me Your lies are just an enhancer For gas to fill my lungs Pretty fast like my unborn son once outran me Let's put our heads into the oven With a sense of grief Here's bread and butter For the kids to eat Bittersweet like my unborn son once felt to me Call the doctor when the morning comes Pretty loud like my unborn son once yelled at me Let's put our heads into the oven With a sense of grief