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
I’M HOME ALONE AND MY PARENTS FORGOT TO TELL ME THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE PAINTING OUR HOUSE SO I’VE BEEN REENACTING LES MIS AND I JUST VIOLENTLY THREW OPEN THE WINDOW TO YELL ‘CANONS’ AND THE POOR GUY NEARLY FELL OFF HIS STEPLADDER
DON’T YOU DARE REBLOG THIS I MIGHT GET SUED