Her skin’s too thin to keep out concern   Her stomach is bleeding but contained within   Her nerves are tension wires above   Her shallow breathing exhausted her guts      She takes medicine daily to fill up the hole   Left by worries from moving cities and homes       The moist red mess sucking soft parts   Breaks, corrodes   A soft fault fissure decaying   All of her       Her arm is displaced from an accident   Her legs are filled with scars from constant cuts   An infection recurs and builds into heat   Until the new pill to kill through the sting and the sick       The moist red mess sucking soft parts   Breaks, corrodes   A soft fault fissure decaying   All of her       I worry about the ugly insides, her insides   I worry myself, I get restless, I get sick and I can’t think       Cuz’ she’s a moist red mess   And her faulty soft parts   That I touch and feel   Mean more to me   Than myself, my health   Or anything else