My head cannot commit
On ways I'm trying to live
Or trying to die
My bones start to split
When I become the daughter
They're trying to hide
Oh and these days I don't see straight
Oh and these days I don't feel the same
It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
The feeling's always incomplete
My blood cannot commit
Oh am I going to be another lost cause?
My chest starts to sink
When I become the one thing I'm most afraid of
Oh and these days I don't see straight
These days I don't feel the same
I eat glass in my sleep
I get rough in the sheets
You make all my bad dreams
Feel so empty
My heart always commits
And all the doctors tell me
My symptoms are feigned
My bones start to split
When I become the daughter
That's easy to break
Oh and these days