Lyrics

She was long
Forgotten on the clothesline
Stained and hardened
In the sunlight
She had to brave
The elements and grow
Barely seven
Terrified, alone

Now she’s ready to cut 'n' run

Fill the room
With smoke, screams & decibels
Couldn’t convince
Her mother of the funerals
She couldn’t bear
The matriarchal urn
Still naive
But not too young to feel the hurt

Now she’s ready to cut and run

Ticking boxes in the DSM-5
Choked up
Tryna keep her alive
She bears a lot of the
Weight on her oesophagus
Ticking boxes in the DSM-5
All disordered
Tryna keep it inside
She bears a lot of the
Weight on her oesophagus

Now she's ready to cut 'n' run