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