And in my teenage years I began to sprout horns An anger so dark I could feel it in my bones This summer would you please Take me swimming? 'Cause every winter I feel so close to dying Our bones broke neatly as ever that year Beneath our thicker skin Just wool and cotton being held together By a thread And as you were waiting out the storm I hid my eyes and dug my car Out of the snow Let me be your yellow canary Not a martyr, but a warning When my tired lungs stop breathing Don't make me beg you to move on