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)