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