The Radiator Hums Lyrics - Cursive

Dinner's getting cold 

You haven't touched a thing 

So what's it gonna be? 

I can hold out much longer than you 

When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles 

When you're ready, I'll be walking out that door 

And don't call me, pretty baby anymore 

Oh, foolish worker bee, I'm your fucking queen 

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you 

The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator 

This house is the hole that you could never fill 

With rose blossomed bouquets, vanities and love seats 

Sad little boy, I know you get confused 

But everyone goes through these trials of truth and self-abuse 

When you're selfless you're so hard not to adore 

When you're selfish, I just love you even more 

I want to help you but you've got to say the words 

"I want to be cured" 

Drowned deep in this hole we've dug for ourselves 

Throw me in headfirst, submerged in this great depression 

Impoverished and impotent and don't call me pretty baby 

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you 

The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator 

This house is the hole that you could never fill 

With shattered dinner plates that's how we'll communicate 

Hey, pretty baby, are you ready for bed?