Cold Food

You work yourself to death
You beat yourself up till you forget how it felt
Your blood inside your gloves
Stains everything you touch, and everything that you forgot that you love

And you breathe and you sleep at that table
Until you learned to sew up your mouth
And you won't cry when I leave 'cause the smell is just too much
Now who's gonna pull you out?

I showed my grandmother my music yesterday
And she said she loved it
But she said I sound really sad
And that made her sad
Sorry, Grandma

Your food is getting cold
You told me you're not hungry, but you're starving
And I know you know I know
But still, you never eat
You stay locked inside that room
And why I wait for you
Is a mystery to me

And you breathe and you sleep at that table
Until you learned to sew up your mouth
And you won't cry when I leave 'cause the smell is just too much
Now who's gonna pull you out?

Who's gonna pull you out?