Dysmorphic

I packed my overnight bag a year before

they say "everyone's waiting for something"

this is what I have been searching for

do not call the doctors

they won't tell you a thing

do not call my father

as if he knew how I was doing

Bandages all around,

jello running down your chest

hope for the best

This is not what I had expected

You were not the person I projected on you from the start

Now my nerves are a bowl full of porridge

drive the last nail and close up this casket

and I know it's dramatic

but baby, I'm manic

and the verdict of late is dysmorphic

Like I could be better

Like I could be better, I swear

and if I develop infection

I will scratch you right out of my skin

if I come home looking different

please do not ask me where I have been

I was there, under my skin

everything I knew that I would have been

for you

were there, under my skin

everything I did that I'd do again

everything I did, oh, I'd do again and again

'cause I could be, I could be better

I could be better, I swear

I packed my overnight bag a year before

they say "everyone's waiting for something"

I don't want to wait anymore.