Doing All The Things I Used To Do With People, Part 2

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