My Doctors running tests to make sure I'm not hollow.

He says the sound I make as the stethoscope hits

my bare skin, is as empty as a bottle of whiskey at 5 A.M.

But I say, **** a Mr. White Coat. And **** Lauren.

I would give body parts to have a guy remind

this shell of me that I'm beautiful. My kidney?

Oh, both of them? Here, baby, consider them yours-

Just remind this human fist wrapped in blood

to continue beating. It's been rather hard to find a pulse.