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 nice to anyone beacause 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