doing all the things i used to do with people, part 2 - Teen Suicide

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