I'm not knocking your want to carry that home You took it with you when you moved and got it broke We found the pieces, we counted them all alone Didn't add up, forgot to carry a zero Zero, oh Zero, oh 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 and on Like they are 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 You have become A fraction of the sum The middle and the front Now it's coming back Hasn't it gone too far? I was trying to help I guess I pushed too hard Now we can't even touch it Afraid it'll fall apart