Brittle Boned Songtext
von Julien Baker

Alone, electric glow
Static snows in the lobby
Dull TV, magazines
Waiting rooms can′t hide me
From the sting, paper sheets
Blood work and the IV


The whirring machines
While the nurses reassure me
This will be quick and easy
I'm not gonna feel a thing

Lie and say it′ll be alright
Like a stray falling asleep
'Cause I'm so good at hurting myself

Pulse is slow
Faint metronome on my left side
Beneath my protruding spine
You can hardly hear at night
White flag, blindfold covering my sunken eyes
And a line of rifles aimed at my sick mind


′Cause I′m so good at hurting myself