Texty: Built To Spill. Carry The Zero.

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 people are occupied with
And vice versa
And you've become what you thought was dumb
A fraction of the sum, the middle and the front
And now it's coming back hasn't come too far
I was trying to help but I guess I pushed too hard
And now we can't even touch it
Afraid it'll fall apart