Not My Body

I fell apart with sorrows on my arms
You said each bruise marks a weathered storm
But not my body

It's a loveless kiss from a man who can't stand by what he says
An empty barroom on an early Sunday evening
You're the bathroom cocaine I'm sneaking for another feeling
That's not my body

I'm drowning in a chasm on your chest
I'll never be your desire to undress
At least not my body

So I'll starve myself and run myself dry
Until there's nothing left of me to catch your eye
Your fingertips like knives against my skin
But nothing hurts until it starts to sink in

So I ask you where you've been
To my demise
It's a glorious disguise
Staying alive

How much is one to wonder in your absence
When nothing grows fonder but the distance
I still hear the thunder and fear the lightning
When it strikes again, I just hope it's
Not my body