i'm an extra in my own life
and i'm tired of being tired
and of washing the same [bad word] clothes
or sleeping in the same bed
breathing in my own skin
i haven't moved for weeks
cramming sleep in little jars
and place them on a dusty shelf
i'll need them later

i don’t want to wait forever
for things to get better than today
i just want to sleep forever
life is just procrastinating death

if hating yourself got money
i’d be filthy rich
i haven't moved in years
got nowhere to be
the sun goes down
just as i get up
the sun is useless
when you have a monitor
i'll build a machine
that can kill the sun
and etch "don't bother" on the moon
nuclear bombs stuffed with valium
missiles full of bad poetry
machine guns spraying sleep in every direction
i am taking all of you with me

i don’t want to wait forever
for things to get better than today
i just want to sleep forever
life is just procrastinating death

i am taking all of you with me