The whole you made in my vanity The warmth of an entrusted coat will never fill My wardrobe shall be too cold or much too filled with purity
I can feel the nip of cold air beginning with rigidity I search for sweaters in my closet, leaving me feeling vulnerable and ill The whole you made in my vanity
My mother can see me at her feet somewhere she has yet to be She takes me shopping, searching for the light in the domicile My wardrobe shall be too cold or much too filled with purity
My legs look too pretty to cover, like the produce of a honey bee The shortness of my skirt, a thrill that can never be killed The whole you made in my vanity
My sister always said that we together stand in solidarity But these days all I see of her is not enough to fulfill My wardrobe shall be too cold or much too filled with purity
I can now see the intent of the surrounding society It is not my fault that there is a need to feel the chill The whole you made in my vanity My wardrobe shall be too cold or much too filled with purity