Seam Ripper

I had the same table as my mother and father Split the food in thirds And the money comes out Shuffle our fingers through the pockets of the pants Sitting in the pile on the floor I find a way to ruin everything Pick at tightly wound seams 'til they unravel In front of me In front of me And the fabric falls to the floor in pieces Pieces It dissolves, it dissolves I always look up to a shining face Searching for something Something, but it's never there Hollowed out holes Darkеned hand, cold turned up to me I'm alonе, I'm alone, I'm alone I find a way to ruin everything Pick at tightly wound seams until they unravel In front of me In front of me And the fabric falls to the floor In pieces, in pieces It dissolves, it dissolves It dissolves, just dissolves Just dissolves, it dissolves, just dissolves All of it, it dissolves I pick at the seams in front of me, in front of me