Split Into Fractions

I can't take much more from you
I can't cos I don't want to
spiteful
but a fact of life
not everyone you meet is that nice
When you scratch the surface below

There characters emerge
and paint pictures
that split into fractions
in front of your eyes

I'm a swooning bitch
and I love to be it
my friends and I
just love to me me
meet all the time
cos we think we're clever
so surreal
he makes us feel better
we think we're so clever

There characters merge
and take pictures
that split into fractions
in front of your eyes
in front of them
there is nothing to behold
in front of them,
you can't be sure what you're dealing with
and that's got to be good for you
I die on the cross before I crossed you
you know I'd never hurt you
I'm just not that type of girl