Eating Rust

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 (Ah, the scab)

Oh, make me bleed into the soil (Me bleed)

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