Rotten

This year the taste of apples changed and I did a bad thing
This year the taste of apples changed and I say what I need now

Trying to walk on the balls of my feet
It hurts, it hurts, my puny muscles ache
Trying to sing away my rottenness
You tell me I should go outside
You say, "Get as much rest as you need"
"But, you'd feel better if you ate the things that made you well"

Outside, outside, it's cold, it's cold
Inside, inside, I can be alone
Outside, outside, it's cold, it's cold
Inside, inside, I can be alone

This year the taste of apples changed and I did a bad thing
And I take whatever I need now
It stops the rot from spreading
It stops the rot from spreading
It stops the rot from spreading

Set the dogs on me (it stops the rot from spreading)
I'm afraid of taking what I need (it stops the rot from spreading)
Set the dogs on me (it stops the rot from spreading)
I'm afraid of taking what I need (it stops the rot from spreading)