𝐼𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕖٫ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖٫ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪

I'm yours if you want me, a lump of clay Press me into whatever gets you through the day Bend me, and I’ll keep my mouth shut and play I’ll hold still Lay your grief and your damage on my back I’ll be the one who never calls you on it back Hear the shake in my voice when I say “it’s fine” I’ll be here When the dogs start circling close I wish somebody’d pull me out Because I’ve spent too long Being the one that people lean on I guess I’ll just be a stand-in, a screensaver, a joke Whatever keeps the room from going cold I am the statue, the headline, the display A split-open side for everybody to press Raw nerves, a tooth yanked clean A bright little bunch Picked down to stems Put your whole damn weight on me again I’m just the glass you keep looking through A figure made of everything you praise And everything you blame Tell me what I still owe you now While I grind my face into the floor Wish I could leave and not look back But who would stay? And when I pull off the face I wish somebody’d actually see me Worn down, scraped up, and sharp A sewn-together body with a pulse underneath I’ve said it plain before Still, nobody caught it Guess I’ll just slip out I am the statue, the headline, the display A split-open side for everybody to press Raw nerves, a tooth yanked clean A bright little bunch Picked down to stems Dress me up, make me small Call me sweet, call me wrong Pin me down, size me up Say it loud, say it long Dress me up, make me small Call me sweet, call me wrong Pin me down, size me up Say it loud, say it long Dress me up, make me small Call me sweet, call me wrong Pin me down, size me up Say it loud, say it long Dress me up, make me small Call me sweet, call me wrong Pin me down, size me up Say it loud, say it long Dress me up, make me small Call me sweet, call me wrong Pin me down, size me up Say it loud, say it long Dress me up, make me small Call me sweet, call me wrong Pin me down, size me up Say it loud, say it long