Bread and Bleeding

I'm getting over most of me, that's all I give
Almost always most of me and I'm getting tired
But I say you're doing fine
Well, that's what I say, you and I are doing fine
This is exhausting, this love and its working

Honestly I know you know, and it hurts to say
But we've been here a year or so, and it feels like blue collar

All those loving things you said--they're hard to hear
And I'm confused and scared to death
It's all bread & bleeding, and inside I'm screaming:

This is how it is all along
A half-empty bed and you're still waiting up
I'm coming home again all alone
Just tell me you want me to and I'll lay back down

And I'm sorry for all my pretending
But you know me,
Where else would I go?
And I'm sorry for all my pretending
But you know me,
Where else would I go?
And I'm sorry for all my pretending
But you know me,
Where else would I go?
This is how it is all along
A half-empty bed and you're still waiting up
I'm coming home again all alone
Just tell me you want me to and I'll lay back down