Doing All the Things I Used to Do with People, Pt. 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