I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery.
You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life
Drift away and die
Never say goodbye.
Kate and Kristin and kit kat.
All things I like looking at.
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die.
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life.
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy.
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires.
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy.
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me.
Self-worth scatters, self esteem's a bore.
I long since moved to a higher plateau.
This discipline's so rare so please applaud.
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me.
Yeh 4st 7, an epilogue of youth.
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse.
I've finally come to understand life.
Through staring blankly at my navel.
