My head cannot commit On ways I'm trying to live Or trying to die My bones start to split When I become the daughter They're trying to hide Oh and these days I don't see straight Oh and these days I don't feel the same It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need The feeling's always incomplete My blood cannot commit Oh am I going to be another lost cause? My chest starts to sink When I become the one thing I'm most afraid of Oh and these days I don't see straight These days I don't feel the same I eat glass in my sleep I get rough in the sheets You make all my bad dreams Feel so empty My heart always commits And all the doctors tell me My symptoms are feigned My bones start to split When I become the daughter That's easy to break Oh and these days