Numbers

Came at you in silence, my back at the wall.
"i've seen those nights where you binge and purge"
Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on 
all fours
counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
"it's just a diet, i've kept it quiet. Even if you told all
 my family and friends they would never believe it."
I think you're right. I can't believe it to
that it's you, but it's you.

My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and 
heave,
I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for 
advice.
Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind
 is just as frail as it's frame.
you know i'd leave it alone.

We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful
 bodies, figures ever-so-slender
taking control, oh. oh, what a nice, nice thing.

Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag 
and heave
and heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your 
waist.
point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it 
alone.