Don't make a fuss, don't make a sound   I don't want this song to get shot to the ground   You're on the phone, I'm all alone   And my heart feels about 70 pounds      Tell the waiter that you're done   And you'd like it in a box to go   I don't think that there's a box   Big enough to put it in      And when you come home late at night   And your conscience carries an appetite   Take a fork and tear it apart   Come on, baby, eat my heart      Stepping on pedals, breaking the strings   These are all a few of my favorite things   But you don't approve, so I think I'm gonna move   And I'll have my ass out of the house by the spring      Tell your mama that I tried   But I cannot carry both of the loads   I don't think that there is a box   Big enough to put them in      When you come home late at night   And your conscience carries an appetite   My whole world is falling apart   Wipe your hands before you start   Come on, baby, eat my heart   Come on, baby, eat my heart      What can I do? First I think, then I lose   Did your parents ever tell you   That you were no good at all?   What's a guy to do?   Scrape this mud off of my shoes      My whole world is falling apart   Wash your hands before you start   Take a fork and tear it apart   Come on, baby, eat my heart      Tear it apart   (Come on, baby, eat my heart)   Tear it apart   (Come on, baby, eat my heart)   Tear it apart   (Come on, baby, eat my heart)