I don't need the government to hold my hand.

I'm starting to think the government is hiding all the good kind and charming men in a cave somewhere...

Only letting one or two out at a time.
Leaving us to fend and mend our broken hearts alone.

I can see them now sitting around a table dressed very nicely in there black suits and slicked back hair...

they will sip on a glass of aged scotch and laugh...

"That's what they get for leaving the kitchen" 

Yeahhh i'm on to you.