Martha - Dust, Juice, Bones and Hair lyrics

The doctor put his hands around my neck I've never been so close to choking on myself He said “you need a rest” Like I need religion My grandmother prays more me Saint Bede went missing I skipped P.E. for a year I'm mostly bones, I'm mostly liquid, I'm mostly air You bruise as easily as I do I never saw myself undressed in front of you, but here we are Running through the symptoms Of my allergies and open wounds Stolen magazines from waiting rooms