Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brittle Boned, artist - Julien Baker. Date of issue: 16.11.2016
Song language: English
Brittle Boned |
| The low, 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 |
| And 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 |