TV Show - Martha Wainwright

I’m not such a good lover

I’m a better talker

So when you touch me there

I’m scared that you’ll see

Not the way that I don’t love you

But the way that I don’t love myself

There are things these days

That can help you through a phase

Like food and health and fear

I prefer the beer

Not the way that I don’t love you

But the way that I hate myself

Oh when the cityscape is born

From the ocean floor

It speaks its native tongue

Physical, subliminal

Not the way that it left you cold

But the way that you left yourself

And the Moon falls from the Earth

And the Sun, it fills its girth

And I know we’ll go howl at the night

Oh, howl at the night

But still the sun will not hide our fight

Oh, hide our fight

I laugh a lot

But that’s just a plot

I found a way to make the night stay

Not the way that I don’t love you

But the way that I hate myself

It was Oprah

On the TV show

She told me so

It was Oprah

On the TV show

She told me so

Not the way that I don’t love you

But the way that I love myself