I married sorrow In the winter Forgot Summer, Spring, and Fall Asked you to hold my hand and Make my world feel small I felt it like fire When you walked up Pulled my heart out With desire and said “There's no room for love in you at all” Could I have loved you If I tried The backseat I took to depression I defined, I think about it all the time Well I went to church On a Sunday Felt God in my feet Told me to “kick out all the teeth” Of the people Who were hurting me I walked out To the concrete Felt the hot ground Burn my cold feet The sun's reminder that this pain is free Could I have shown them if I tried The backseat I took to depression I defined As the space between my center and my mind Look at the men who went before me, it's a lie Every one lived a hollow life I can try to bleed Or carry on the same I can numb myself Avoid the constant pain But you see me In the darkness Keep your hand on me Though I'm shaking And unconscious I am trying Pull me over This day grows old but it never ends