the brain lies

I decided to leave this woe-be-gone body, this, this tattered body, this, this flightless Body And just for the nights that I crawl out of her ribs, her eyes are shut as I left them, Skin and hair much smoother than I recall her arms and chest, much thinner and more Delicate than I expected Her lips are full and red, she's smiling, even unconscious, just slightly I believe that I have missed something, oh, something is not right, it is not this way When the brain tells me about her Why does it lie to us Why does it lie to us Why does it lie to us Why does it lie Why does it lie Ooh