Mail Order Kidney

I don't owe you anything
The scars, the skin, the needle pushing in
Pins are pounding, breaking free
I'm already low
Can you send me anything at all
I'm not asking, now I'm telling
Bend your pennies to what you're selling
Pins are, all breaking free
I'm already low
It's all scissors and paste
It's learning to wait, through the twisting tongues
Through the marks on the lungs
I made my bed already
I won't die
IN this place with the planets, in this piece of the sky
Could you let me go softly, could you let me go now?
I won't die here