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?