I am a circle
I want to be a square
I am a valley
And f*ck! I want to be a line
My body is the stranger
I see at the bus stop every day
Awkwardly smile to
And then face away from, face away
My body is a tattered sweater
Too small for me now
Too small for me now
I used to wear a lot
Because it was there
My body's not a prison
My body's not a prison
I still want to break out
My body is the temple of a God I do not pray to
My body is the temple of a God I do not pray to
(My body is a stranger)
My body is the temple of a God I do not pray to
(My body is a stranger)
My body is the temple of a God I do not pray to
My body is stranger
My body is stranger
My body
My body is uncomfortable
My body is uncomfortable
(But it works, but it works, but it works)
My body's not a prison
I still want to break out
My body is uncomfortable
(But it works, but it works, but it works
But it works, but it works, but it works)
Sometimes I feel like I'm in someone else's skin
(But it works, but it works)
And it works
(Yes it works)
But God, at what cost?
And it works
But God, at what cost?