My world is two metres by five
She's eaten my desire to try
Where am I meant to hide
We're siamese twins, I am hers and she is mine
It'll be familiar to the end
Lie or sleep, ignore your friends
If I turn the lights out no one has to see
If I ask politely, they'll try not to look at me
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
And I've made my body sick
I've showed my skeleton - it's crooked and anaemic
It's getting underneath my skin
All this crying when I'm just trying to be thin
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay
If I wash my hands again it'll go away
Hide my plate under the bed, it'll be okay