Am I Thin Yet?

Do me a big favor, and just let the screen flatline.
Maybe I’m better off dead, its another theory of mine.
My heart can just stop beating, let me go six feet under.
My body cold and numb will give me lots of time to wonder.

Finger in the back of my throat, let the vomit hit the floor.
Look around, you're all fat now, they don't want you anymore.
Think about the model bodies, all the beanpoles that you've met.
Just one more puking session you'll think "am I thin yet?"

Throwing ups not really my thing, the methods are grotesque.
Still nobody wants me, its so simple, have you guessed?
Stare at the food on my plate and feel that aching desire.
But just keep sipping water, I'm a sick and disgusting liar.

Stare into the mirror let the weight just drop like flies.
One, two, three days not eating yet I still just want to die.
No more food today, you feel fat just at the thought.
I'll never be skinny, so I might as well just rot.

Soon the pain in my stomache feels so good that I want more,
I skip a few more days of eating, push the record up to four.
I'm finally feeling beautiful, but the bars still not been set.
I stare at my baggy clothes in the mirror thinking "am I thin yet?"