i buttered your bread

i sniffed your wine

and when i was tired

i was tired of lying



i'm falling, i'm falling, i'm falling, i fall

like i fell for you



whose name is a crucifier

whose heart needs a bigger sweater

who throws pages into the fire

oh if that's you, why would i know this



i'm not your fleece

i'm not your fire

and i'm not your crayon

and i'm not your kind



whose name is a crucifier

whose heart needs a bigger sweater

who throws pages into the fire

well if that's you, i wouldn't know



oh if that's you, why would i know this

if that's you, why would i know this



whose name is a crucifier 

whose heart needs a bigger sweater

who throws pages into the fire

well if thats you



i'm falling, i'm falling, i'm falling, i fall

i'm falling, i'm falling, i'm falling, i fall