Texty: The Awkward Stage. T-Rexia Nervosa.

I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing down
Peacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the ground
I'm tired all the time, the lullaby become the dirge
I've put on loose fitting finery for the ultimate purge
She will fast another night sink steadfast sink from sight
You reach for her with all your might, but she sinks so fast for one so light.
I starved my way into this world, and I starved my way through
I starved each day as your girl, Jesus Christ, I was starving you too
This shame has disciplined me, although it is crushing and dumb
I know that I'm no survivor, although I may look just like one
She will fast another night sink steadfast sink from sight
You reach for her with all your might, but she sinks so fast for one so light