Brittle Boned - Julien Baker

Alone, electric glow

Static snow, in the lobby

No TV, magazines

Waiting skin hides me

From the sting, paper sheath

Blood warm in the IV

The worry in the sheets

All the nurses reassure me

It will be quick and easy

I'm not gonna feel a thing

Lying, say it will be alright

Like a baby falling asleep

Cause I'm so good at hurting myself

Pulse is slow

Faint metronome on my left side

Beneath my protruding spine

You can hardly hear the knife

Lying flat, blind on

Covering my sunken eyes

And the line rightful

Aimed at my sick mind

Cause I'm so good at hurting myself