[bad word] through the haze
No gaps in the blind to let it inside
The bed is unmade, some music still plays
TV, yeah, it's always on
flicker on the screen, a movie actress screams
I'm basking in 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 kind of 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 the boredom
Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the 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?