My body lit up like a specimen I'm spacing further out than usual Do scented candles count as medicine? The dress that fits and makes me beautiful You say you wanna be an item I say I want one in my hand I wanna be held like the object of your love High in supply, high in demand I'm going to therapy I'm praying in a church I'm waiting in a hospital I'm gonna stay here til it doesn't hurt Comfort found in the material As real and solid as a rock I need something that I can count on I need a calculator, I need a clock I need to tell the world a story I need a place to write my name I need to show you I am worthy of your love I need something that can hide my shame I'm going to therapy I'm praying in a church I'm waiting in a hospital I'm gonna stay here til it doesn't hurt