Lyrics:

Not afterglow, but overglow. Not moonlight, but spotlight
The crooning has grown cold, while I have shrunken in my old age and gone soft all over
Give me the morphine sleep I crave, that slap in the face for hysteria
Replace my bones with plastic joints; remove my breasts so I can slip through gates
Give me knees so weak I have to roll and boys that make suicide impossible
I don't want to have to go out in peace. No talking, no snoring, no dreaming
And my lungs collapsing in unison