19 Jun 2009
I swear my stomach’s gaping wide open;
Nothing that I’m eating ever stays in.

There’s nothing you can say.

Where is my point of reference
That never falters when I doubt?
And is this thought worth having,
Or am I better off without?

I swear I’m suffering from elephant skin;
Nothing that’s touching me ever sinks in.

There’s nothing you can say.

Where is my point of reference
That never falters when I doubt?
And is this thought worth having,
Or am I better off without?

Where is my point of reference
That never falters when I doubt?
And if I ever find one,
What will I complain about?