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.