Appetite

Don't make a fuss, don't make a sound

I don't want this song to get shot to the ground

You're on the phone, I'm all alone

And my heart feels about 70 pounds

Tell the waiter that you're done

And you'd like it in a box to go

I don't think that there's a box

Big enough to put it in

And when you come home late at night

And your conscience carries an appetite

Take a fork and tear it apart

Come on, baby, eat my heart

Stepping on pedals, breaking the strings

These are all a few of my favorite things

But you don't approve, so I think I'm gonna move

And I'll have my ass out of the house by the spring

Tell your mama that I tried

But I cannot carry both of the loads

I don't think that there is a box

Big enough to put them in

When you come home late at night

And your conscience carries an appetite

My whole world is falling apart

Wipe your hands before you start

Come on, baby, eat my heart

Come on, baby, eat my heart

What can I do? First I think, then I lose

Did your parents ever tell you

That you were no good at all?

What's a guy to do?

Scrape this mud off of my shoes

My whole world is falling apart

Wash your hands before you start

Take a fork and tear it apart

Come on, baby, eat my heart

Tear it apart

(Come on, baby, eat my heart)

Tear it apart

(Come on, baby, eat my heart)

Tear it apart

(Come on, baby, eat my heart)