Self-Help LyricsElectrocuted in the bathtub Yellow black, my bruises become The heart is a heavy coffin Where I lay down everyone I love I used the self-help book To kill a fly I think it worked, Mom I think I’m fine Pray for my fifth of a century The start of the beginning The light in my eyes Not the tears that fall out Well, you have a soft sort of power But you know I’m not your napkin This time This time This time