uneven & brittle

i stay away when you burn me like fire, i'm unmatched as i'm lazy, you spit as you say, i get crushed by my dreams that i clawed and begged for, it's myself i deceive, i got all i asked for, if i wait in deep sleep, there's nothing there to pray for, uneven and brittle, is there fruit on our tree?, those altered dreams that i saw there now look back at us cracked, and loving care notions break as they retract, it's the morning here now, there's some peace, but no laughter, it's myself i deceive, i got all i asked for, if i wait in deep sleep, there's nothing there to pray for, uneven and brittle, is there fruit on our tree?, the spirit master from whom we spent, i sit now & see, all mine was pretence, eh, eh, it's myself i deceive, i got all i asked for, uneven and brittle, is there fruit on our tree?, it's myself i deceive, i got all i asked for, uneven and brittle, is there fruit on our tree?