I am held together by clothes pins and tension,

a wealth of odds and ends

I'm dazzling so dazzling like the neon street sign

hiccuping off and on again all night long

well I've got magazine friends

and enough jealousy to lose them all

and I know this has all been said before

I shed what, what escape my fiction provided



I lived a lifetime inside of my shelter

and thought it about time to see outside

And I believed it was easy,

stupidly thought I could just get up and walk away

but I know this has all been said before

I know this has all been said before

I've got illness hugging me like skin

and I'll shed it clean until I can taste the oxygen.