Oh please God,
I'm sinking deep into my grave
She's holding my head underwater.
Just tell me,
What's making all her wrongs seem right?
She's just a plastic thorn stuck in my side.

I'm waiting for the day
When I don't have to say
In each and every way

That she's got me wrapped around her finger
She's got me thinking I don't even care at all
She's got me wrapped around her finger
And that's the story of her life.

Oh please God,
Las Vegas seems so far away
She's showing signs of desperation
Just tell me
How she pulled the sheet so tightly over me
To blur the images of what could be.

How could this ever happen to a boy like me?
My appetite has grown with lack of sympathy.
How could this ever happen to a boy like me?