Costumes

Wrapped up tight enough to suffocate
That's when we're pretty
Head too light, up right, and blue in the face
Nearing death and never better

Bones around the waist, curls around the face
Wires under the chest, pain makes you your best
Fiber round the limbs, stilts underfoot
Scarring makes you good

Can't breath, can't walk, can't talk
That's when we're wanted
Stay still, be chill
A poseable doll come alive for flaunting

Our lives are not our own
Our bodies just on loan
Our words just air
Our screams not there

Give it up that fight that right that light
That's when we make it
Surrender your base, your chase, your space
It's empty in here

The clothes won't fit but we tie ourselves in
Cus that's when we're women
The costumes so tight they become our skin
And we disappear within

Our lives are not our own
Our bodies just on loan
Our words just air
Our screams not there



Credits
Writer(s): Amy Lillard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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