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