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
