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