Lyrics Brittle Boned - Julien Baker

Alone, electric glow
Static snows in the lobby
Dull TV, magazines
Waiting rooms can't hide me
From the sting, paper sheets
Bloodwork 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