I'm not knocking your want to carry that home
Took it with you when you moved and got it broke
Found the pieces, we counted them all alone
Didn't add up, forgot to carry a zero

I can't be your apologist very long
I'm surprised that you'd want to carry that on
Count your blemishes, you can't, they're all gone
I can't see your response putting them back on

Like they're waiting for your guard to fall
So they can see it all and you're so
Occupied with what other persons are
Occupied with, and vice versa

And you've become what you thought was dumb
A fraction of the sum
Yeah, you've become, yeah, you have become
A fraction of the sum, the middle and the front

And now it's coming back
Hasn't it come too far?
I was trying to help, but
I guess I pushed too hard

Now we can't even touch it
Afraid it'll fall apart