My body walks beside you but I stray far behind
You think I'd be pretty if I let you change my mind
Cut me up unpack me completely
Dry me out and stitch together
I'm sorry I upset you in your dream
I'm sorry you feel that I need to come clean
You water me down until I'm thin
But that doesn't make me pretty
That makes me your specimen
Sit and at the scrapes on my knees
I guess that's what it's supposed to be
I'm choking on your thoughts you spew at me
Why can't you keep them in?
Fuck you, and your brother
And your dad, oh, won't you please