As our promise fades
With the angles of our faces
And girlish frames
And as my body breaks
The obsessive lengths I take
To desperately maintain

Oh potential fame
Please protect the family name
As I decay
And oh dysmorphic shame
And the burdens of a waist
That won't waste away

We stammer just to speak
Of the finish on our teeth
And sallow cheeks
Our fickle flesh portends
That our fingers will meet backs of throats again

Oh can't we just be satisfied?
And aren't we just so lucky to be alive?
Why can't we just be satisfied?
And aren't we all so lucky to be alive?