I took the sugar out of the cupboard
I thought that if I made myself that small
You would love me more and more
Did what they told me to do
Count the numbers, size 42
Still too much to be worthy
Of your love to be seen
To be loved,
to be wanted, to be enough
On the wrong side of the scale But the numbers will prevail
Minus five I felt the most alive
358 used to be the joy of a piece of cake
350,
350,
350 I weighed myself,
erased myself
The only thing I did not see Was the life drained out of me
To be seen,
to be loved,
to be wanted, to be enough
350,
350,
360,
300 To be seen,
to be loved,
to be wanted, to
be enough
350, 350,
350,
360
On the wrong side of the scale But the numbers will prevail
Minus five I felt the most alive
I built a house out of bones That never felt so damn alone
Minus five I felt the most alive
I put the sugar back in the cupboard
Erasing all the numbers that I wrote