Stay in bed,
Sometimes turning to my right,
Until I close my eyes

This is not a song about sleep or death,
It’s about something much smaller and paler than that
I’m not going to show it to my friends.
Cause when I came home
I’d lost thirty something pounds,
I didn’t leave my bed,
I threw up in a bathroom in Baltimore
Before dancing with a girl
I’ll probably never talk to again.
We won’t be friends.
And I won’t be nice to anyone
Because I don’t see why I should.
I don’t see the point,
I won’t get clean for the rest of my life.
I won’t be nice