Will you come in and ask how I am So I can lie to you When I bury my stomach beneath the floorboards Just to settle my guilt Oh I know about the dirt that sticks under your nails Cut your fingers off rather than solve it And maybe if we keep on kissin' You won't ask me anything Anything Will you come in and ask about me? So I can lie And when I bury myself beneath your floor Will you ask me why? Oh I know about your hands And how you would hide them from me And I know that you rather deal with yourself Than talk to me Than talk to me about anything Oh about anything Oh about Oh about anything Oh about Ohhhhh Uh huh