Shape Of My Shadow

There's somebody in my body
He's awake when I'm asleep
And he's making me feel ugly
And he's making me feel weak

I met him when I was younger
And he's lived with me since then
And we argue with each other
In the end he always wins

And I'm so terrified
That I'm forgetting which side I'm on
He tells nothing but lies
So why do I believe every one

So when you tell me love
You're gonna wear yourself thin
Oh, don't I wish
You must be healthy cause you don't look sick
So please, stop asking why my clothes don't fit
Cause I don't know, I don't know

You're gonna wear yourself thin
Oh, don't I wish
You must be healthy cause you don't look sick
Oh, please, stop asking why my clothes don't fit
Cause I don't know, I don't know

It's every fucking mirror
Department store windows
Puddles of water
The shape of my shadow
It's every fucking mirror
Department store windows, lord
Every puddle of water
The shape of my shadow

There's a thousand different voices
Telling me I shouldn't care
But he blocks out all the noises
He's the only one that's there

And he's so goddamn convincing
Yes, he pulls on every string
But I don't know who I am without him
He's taken everything from me

And I'm so terrified
That I'm forgetting which side I'm on
He tells nothing but lies
So why do I believe every one

So when you tell me love
You're gonna wear yourself thin
Oh, don't I wish
You must be healthy cause you don't look sick
So please, stop asking why my clothes don't fit
Cause I don't know, I don't know

You're gonna wear yourself thin
Oh, don't I wish
You must be healthy cause you don't look sick
Oh, please, stop asking why my clothes don't fit
Cause I don't know, I don't know

It's every fucking mirror
Department store windows
Puddles of water
The shape of my shadow
It's every fucking mirror
Department store windows, oh god
Every puddle of water
The shape of my shadow

I ain't hungry
I ain't hungry
I ain't hungry, oh
I ain't hungry, no
I ain't hungry
I ain't hungry
I ain't hungry
But I eat, eat, eat

It's every fucking mirror
Department store windows
Puddles of water
The shape of my shadow
It's every fucking mirror
Department store windows, oh god
Every puddle of water
The shape of my shadow