I am held together by clothes pins and tension,
a wealth of odds and ends
I´m dazzling like the neon street sign
hiccuping off and on again all night long
I´ve got magazine friends
and enough jealousy to lose them all
But I know this has all been said before
I shed what escape my fiction provided
I lived a lifetime inside of my shelter
and thought it about time to see outside
And I believed it was easy,
stupidly thought I could just get up and walk away
I´ve got illness hugging me like skin
and I´ll shed it clean until I can taste the oxygen.