I’m not knocking your want to carry that home
You took it with you when you moved and got it broke
We found the pieces, we counted them all alone
Didn’t add up, forgot to carry a zero
Zero, oh
Zero, oh
I can’t be your apologist very long
I’m surprised that you’d want to carry that on
Count your blemishes; you can’t, they’re all gone
I can’t see your response putting them back on and on
Like they’re waiting for your guard to fall
So they can see it all and you’re so
Occupied with what other persons are
Occupied with and vice versa
And you’ve become
What you thought was dumb
A fraction of the sum
Yeah, you’ve become
You have become
A fraction of the sum
The middle and the front
Now it’s coming back
Hasn’t it gone too far?
I was trying to help
I guess I pushed too hard
Now we can’t even touch it
Afraid it’ll fall apart
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