So you're burying your seeds under sod squares in your backyard
The fall-time sleep sounds dwindle down and frost
And I'm sifting through the pieces of shirts that are torn to shreds
Coughing, twisting, turning, falling ill
For now you'll sympathize
And I'll pick up and feed
I'm forced to legitimize
My every want and need
And I know you're gonna be there closer to the end
This winter tragedy chokes me out sleep
And I'll be sewing up the bits of flesh I gave away as meat
Withered, weathered, and whispered like a breeze
To be better
I can't be who I am
Set it free
I can't be what I am
You...wrecked...the love...in me
We no longer sympathize
We'll pick up and feed
Not forced to legitimize
Our every want and need