This song is literally a conversation with a bulimic friend. I love the conversational aspect of it. It's almost like a fight between a man and a woman (at least I'm assuming it's a woman) that never really gets resolved. This is how I hear it:
-He is approaching her as non-confrontationally as he can.: Came at you in silence, my back at the wall.
Man: "I've seen those nights where you binge and purge"
Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours
Counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
Woman: "it's just a diet, I've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and
Friends they would never believe it."
Man: I think you're right. I can't believe it too
That it's you, but it's you.
Woman: My problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave,
I weighed out every option,
Man: that scale's not fit for advice.
Woman: Medical language won't ever help to shape this
Man: if that mind is just as frail
As it's frame.
You know I'd leave it alone.
Mutual Observation: We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures
Ever-so-slender
Taking control, oh. oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Woman: Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave
Man: And heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist.
Woman: Point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
Then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone.
This song is literally a conversation with a bulimic friend. I love the conversational aspect of it. It's almost like a fight between a man and a woman (at least I'm assuming it's a woman) that never really gets resolved. This is how I hear it:
-He is approaching her as non-confrontationally as he can.: Came at you in silence, my back at the wall. Man: "I've seen those nights where you binge and purge" Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours Counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
Woman: "it's just a diet, I've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and Friends they would never believe it."
Man: I think you're right. I can't believe it too That it's you, but it's you.
Woman: My problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave, I weighed out every option, Man: that scale's not fit for advice. Woman: Medical language won't ever help to shape this Man: if that mind is just as frail As it's frame. You know I'd leave it alone.
Mutual Observation: We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures Ever-so-slender Taking control, oh. oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Woman: Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave
Man: And heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist.
Woman: Point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous Then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone.