[bad word] through the haze
 No gaps in the blinds
 To let it inside
 The bed is unmade,
 Some music still plays

 TV, yeah it's always on
 The flicker on the screen
 movie actress screams
 I'm basking the [bad word] flowing out of it

 I'm stoned in the mall again
 Terminally bored
 Shuffling round the stores
 And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing

 X-Box is a god to me
 finger on the switch
 My mother is a [bad word]  My father gave up ever trying to talk to me

 Don't try engaging me
 The vaguest of [bad word]  The prescription [bad word]  You'll never find a person inside

 My face is Mogadon
 Curiosity has given up on me
 I'm tuning out desires
 The pills are on the rise

 How can I be sure I'm here?
 The pills that I've been taking confuse me
 I need to know that someone sees that
 There's nothing left, I simply am not here

 I'm through with pornography
 The acting is lame
 The action is tame
 Explicitly dull
 Arousal annulled

 Your mouth should be boarded up
 Talking all day with nothing to say
 Your shallow proclamations
 All misinformation

 My friend says he wants to die
 He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam
 Their clothes are all black
 The music is [bad word] 
 In school I don't concentrate
 And  is kinda fun, but just another one
 Of all the empty ways of using up the day

 How can I be sure I'm here?
 The pills that I've been taking confuse me
 I need to know that someone sees that
 There's nothing left, I simply am not here

 Bipolar disorder
 Can't deal with this boredom
 Bipolar disorder
 Can't deal with this boredom

 You don't try to be liked
 You don't mind
 You feel no sun
 You steal a gun
 To kill time

 You're somewhere
 You're nowhere
 You don't care
 You catch the breeze
 You still the leaves
 So now where?