Cutting Limes

Up in the north is where I’ll hide
When the south drags you down, under the sheets I’ll lie
Cut me up, push me aside
I’m cutting limes with my lemon eyes
Cut me up, push me aside
My eyes begin to sting.
Pass me the shovel now, I’ve been digging with my hands.
For years I’ve tried to bury every worry that I’ve had.
They keep on coming back, they dig their own way out, no matter how much I will
cover.
Come back to where you belong.
You are missed and I am missing.
Come back to where you belong, where I’ll be waiting.
Down in the south is where you hide
When the north pushes you down. Five hours 'round a track you will ride.
My eyes begin to sting, it hurts.
My eyes begin to sting
I’ve never been so bitter before even though I try so hard to cover.
It rips me apart.
Tearing your little heart.
Through the thick and thin