So maybe it's me
It's in the way that you flinch when I touch you
It's in the way that I hold you to my chest
Like a dog holds a broken leg
You keep telling me that all things must pa**
But who are you really selling it to?
Now our apartment's empty
Now I can't afford my d**
I'm burning all of my clothes
And I'm selling everything that I own
I'm sleeping next to your bed
I'm fasting myself clean again
I can live alone
I can shave my head
I'll warp out of focus, I'll stay out of sight
Your eyes sagged and dried since the last time that I saw you
Tight when you asked me where I kept your time
If I could I would give it all back to you
All of it
As much as I could find since I lost track of it
But I've been sleeping in my car this week
And I'm tired