Fragile
Scraping out a living
Scraping out lines
In your legs
Said you
Were planning on leaving
If you didn't find
A reason to stay
I got one call
Then I got five more
You were hysterical
And speaking in tongues
You said
What had happened to you
Couldn't believe it
So you said it again
And again, and again—
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
To fit in my head
Is it in me?
Is it in you?
What can we do
After all that's been done?
