Låttexter
Hold me in the palm
Of your hand on the sofa
You told me I'm not good enough
You're moving up onto better
Well, I guess I wanted all the things you never were to give me
And seeping in my petrol skin, I probably made it easy
Oh, I've been eating rust
You burn me into dust
Board the train, eastbound far from you
You plant the seed, I see you when I sleep
'Cause I've been eating rust
Her skin is soft and I'm a coward
And you're the scab I keep on scratching (the scab)
Oh, make me bleed (me bleed), into the soil
Grow a garden, plant me in it
I guess I wanted all the things you never were to give me
And seeping in my burning skin, I probably made it easy
Oh, I've been eating rust
You burn me into dust