I burned my knuckle
To the bone
My skin turned to smoke
As it brushed that spring
Loaded iron

I heat-pressed
A hundred
T-shirts for you
And then triple that plus
Sixty five
Just so you won't have to
Wash away
Whatever's up
Your sleeve this time

My heart stays on mine
Though it's been peeling
Off
Because you worked that heat press
When it wasn't even
Hot

Then you broke your fist
On my front door

Let's give it another
Year, you said
See if we can't
Turn this around

See if I don't
Burn another knuckle
Through the bone

oh how we wear eachother out