Breadcrumbs to Loaves
Track 12 of Boundary Era
[ Lyrics ]
Keep your crumbs — I bake my own. You texted late like it meant something real, three words at midnight, no coffee to feel. I used to rush like a fool to reply, build a whole future from half of a lie. You’d drop a crumb and call it a feast, leave me hungry while you’re at least at peace. But hunger changed — it lit a fire, now I knead my dreams with my own two hands, higher. No more waiting on your table grace, I set my own plate in this sacred space. What you called kindness just kept me small — I needed wheat, and you gave me a fall. Keep your crumbs — I bake my own, oven blazing, heart full-grown. From the ashes of what you never gave, I rose in layers, strong and brave. Keep your crumbs — I bake my own! Remember Sundays you forgot to show? I lit the candles and let the silence grow. Learned to feed myself in the quiet hours, flour on my fingers, soul in full power. Your half-promises turned sour and thin, but I’m the kind of woman who rises within. Now my table’s full and the door’s locked tight — if you want a seat, you gotta bring the light. I used to beg for a slice of your time, now I’m the baker, the bread, the shrine. You can’t starve me then play savior now — I’ve got loaves in the oven, no bow, no vow. Keep your crumbs — I bake my own, oven blazing, heart full-grown. From the silence, the hurt, the almosts you chose, I made a harvest from what you froze. Keep your crumbs — I bake my own! It wasn’t love — it was rationed care, doling out scraps like I should be aware of my worth in your weathered palm. But I grew a garden where you left fallow. Keep your crumbs — I bake my own, feast for one, but the love’s full-grown. No more portions of your maybe taste — I knead my joy at my own damn pace. Keep your crumbs — I bake my own! Loaves… not crumbs… I bake my own.