Pick up on my nuanced groans Rip apart my soiled interior walls Given I'm a sack of bones Maybe you should have excoriated home
The system that I need to cope Shatters me with every idiom Sullen at the time I needed you the most
Feed me salt under the table
Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit
Treat me as a prescient ghost Watching over the familial Speak of me in loud, clear notes I'm the boy who was invisible to all
And if grief can't reach us How lamentable it is to your hope And if grief won't teach us Then I'm powerless to move you along