| Came at you in silence, my back at the wall. | |
| "i've seen those nights where you binge and purge" | |
| Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours | |
| counting tile, losing bile and sleep. | |
| "it's just a diet, i've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and | |
| friends they would never believe it." | |
| I think you're right. I can't believe it too | |
| that it's you, but it's you. | |
| My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave, | |
| I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for advice. | |
| Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail | |
| as it's frame. | |
| you know i'd leave it alone. | |
| We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures | |
| ever-so-slender | |
| taking control, oh, what a nice, nice thing. | |
| Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave | |
| and heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist. | |
| point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous | |
| then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone. |
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