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 turn 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
Oh make me bleed
Into the soil
Grow a garden
Plant me in it
Well 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 turn me into dust