(Verse 1) I see the tin on the counter, the one that held our start. It's gleaming now, reflecting a dark and empty heart. Remember that cool pantry shelf, right next to the rice? We thought our soaking days were over, we thought we had our price. But baby, you changed the recipe, you stirred the whole pot wrong. Now all I smell is sour steam, where we once felt so strong. Was it the lack of seasoning? Or did the boil get too high? I don't know the reason, darling, I just know that I... I gotta cry. (Pre-Chorus) And the little sprouts we talked about, the ones we swore we'd grow? They’re nothing but a cruel, cruel lie, a garden we won't sow. (Chorus) Oh, I was a Lima, destined for your side. You were my Kidney, the one I couldn't hide. But the pressure mounted, darling, the can began to strain, And now we’re just two halves of something washed down the drain. 'Cause I can't sprout a future with you, not when you've gone all refried and hard. We were supposed to be baked in a loving sauce, but now we're pulses torn apart. (Verse 2) They say that time can heal you, can soak away the pain. But every time the pot boils over, I think of you again. You packed your little shell-case, you left before the dawn. Did you even notice, honey, that the water you relied upon Was nothing but my tears, washing over all our dreams? You said we were the perfect blend, the greatest legume team. You found yourself a Black Bean, they're thinner and they're quick. But do they know the real you, the one that makes me sick With worry and with longing, with a shell that’s bruised and scarred? 'Cause I'm still just a lonely bean, thrown out of the kitchen yard. (Pre-Chorus) And the little sprouts we talked about, the ones we swore we'd grow? They’re nothing but a cruel, cruel lie, a garden we won't sow. (Chorus) Oh, I was a Lima, destined for your side. You were my Kidney, the one I couldn't hide. But the pressure mounted, darling, the can began to strain, And now we’re just two halves of something washed down the drain. 'Cause I can't sprout a future with you, not when you've gone all refried and hard. We were supposed to be baked in a loving sauce, but now we're pulses torn apart. (Bridge) I hear the whispers from the other legumes—the Chickpeas and the Pintos, too. They say I should just move on, find someone fresh and new. But they don't know the flavour, darling, the depth of what we had. We were a main course, baby, the best love I ever had. And now I'm just a side dish, cold and left out on the plate... A poor, pathetic bean, sealed by a twist of fate. (Chorus) Oh, I was a Lima, destined for your side! You were my Kidney, the one I couldn't hide! But the pressure mounted, darling, the can began to strain! And now we’re just two halves of something washed down the drain! 'Cause I can't sprout a future with you, not when you've gone all refried and hard! We were supposed to be baked in a loving sauce, but now we're pulses torn apart! (Outro) Torn apart... Torn apart…. Torn apart.
