Did it shrink in the wash?

Can I talk myself out of this one?

I’ve got no one to blame

My next episode’s two inches away

32”, 34”

I look down, it’s not me anymore

34”, 36”

I look down, notice everything

I fixate on my face

I judge how it’s changed

As shapes rearrange

I’ve got nowhere to hide

Ever-expansive universal sides

32”, 34”

I look down, it’s not me anymore

34”, 36”

I look down, notice everything

I have this theory though that I don’t think you’d really know what colour people’s colour are

Like, if they got it changed to - well, obviously, if you got them changed to like, yellow, I’d be like ‘your eyes weren’t yellow’

Oh, we were talking about this how we don’t look at people’s -

Yeah, because I couldn’t tell you what colour eyes my Mum and Dad have off the top of my head

I could!

You couldn’t do your Mom and Dad?

What? You could do my Mom and Dad?

Yeah, probably