my hair was straw
and the night was long
and i was missing in action
but i would not sweat
i would not panic
i would not give that satisfaction
but we were sinking
we were losing ground
we were clinging to a dirty mattress
i was so hungry but i couldn't keep it down
there was movement
but still no sound

just a little uncomfortable with all that skin
if i'd taken off my wings would you have known me

i've got this hole growing in my bed
it follows me out to the street
and i got this ghost who will hold my hand
pulls me through the days until we meet
but i was sinking
i was losing ground
there grew in me a deep isolation
i was so hungry but i couldn't keep it down
there was movement
but still no sound

just a little uncomfortable with all that skin
if i'd taken off my wings would you have known me
you stupid girl
if he's around, he's telling you to stay

count. mother fucker count.
because i am trying to catch my breath
and i am trying to keep my grip
count. mother fucker count.
because i am trying to catch my breath
and i am trying to keep my grip

to the doorframe to the table legs
under the desk where i've crawled
with my hands
over my head

my hair was straw
and the night was long
and i was missing in action