I'm frightened to be in my own head
I have turned to you, before
I turn now, and beg for more - help me
But you seem alarmed. You do not know
What to do with your broken girl
And you ask me, how can you be afraid?
What is in that food that scares you so?
Your silence weighs mine
And finds it too heavy, it doesn't fit
With your image of your perfect girl
Your eyes are sunken, you say
And the light leaves yours.
Suddenly I am crying like a child
And misunderstood like a child
I beg you to hold your broken girl
Do it for me, if you love me
Just have a meal, baby, no,
That's not a meal, honey
Caught between understandings,
You can't make me your perfect girl
