Lyrics

Don't stare at me now It's worse than death to be looked at I'm writing this out at home Where there is nothing but walls And hey mom, could you run down to the store Stock up on some soy milk, and I need a few good books But nothing interesting, I'd like to feel dead for a week And sleep like I'm already gone Walk around the house Tearing all the mirrors down While I'm at it, I'll smash the windows too Then retreat to my room Throw my sheets around me Blanket for the sky My oh my What a mess am I