Waistline

I wore a white dress

As I carried you to bed

Had dreams of the violence that you said you'd never commit

Do you treat me how you treat other women?

Or go strap on a suit

And pollute the news

I've got not abortion rights

A walk night could ruin my life

But it’s ripping up like a wax stripe

Centuries of pain built into a bra strap

Of training eyebrows to stay in line

I'm passing it down or I'm passing out

I'm at waistline oh I'm at waistline

Sitting in the interviews in a black skirt

Leave it to the contracts to pick out

the professional sexual attire

Oh I've been domesticated

Learnt to pick up all your failures

And smooth them out

Searching for a silhouette is aging me out

But it's ripping up like a wax stripe

Centuries of pain built into a bra strap

Of training eyebrows to stay in line

I'm pass it down or I'm pass out

I'm at waistline

Oh I'm at waist

I'm Waistline drowning

I feel myself aging

I'm Waistline drowning

I feel myself aging

I'm Waistline drowning

I feel myself aging

I'm Waistline drowning

I feel myself aging

I'm at Waistline

Oh I'm at Waistline