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 burn 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 (the scab) Oh, make me bleed (me bleed), into the soil Grow a garden, plant me in it 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 burn me into dust