doing all the things i used to do with people, part 2 (acoustic rooftop version)
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 9