i buttered your bread i sniffed your wine and when i was tired i was tired of lying i m falling i m falling i m falling i fall like i fell for you whose name is a crucifier whose heart needs a bigger sweater who throws pages into the fire oh if that s you why would i know this i m not your fleece i m not your fire and i m not your crayon and i m not your kind whose name is a crucifier whose heart needs a bigger sweater who throws pages into the fire well if that s you i wouldn t know