[Lyric] Divorce Song (Not Like Igor)

Oh
Force and all of its riches
How bad are we?
And veins, fracked with great precision
We're dug, aren't we?
Take your hands off of me

Trace our chins with both of your thumbs
It's okay (Nothing is worse than okay)
Look, she's sitting in the snow
Her fist, her tiny fucking fist, is blue
How could you?