My Floor

I’ve been dying all alone
Rip the bong, I’m only happy when I’m stoned
It's OK I know its hard to understand me
I’m selfish and I’m useless, but you already knew this
I can’t breathe, I can’t sleep

So lock me out, I know some things I wish I didn’t
I’m just trying to get through to you, but I’ll never admit it
Everything’s a competition that I will never win, and I’m sorry for flaking on you over and over again
I always cancel plans, because I can’t get myself out of this bed

I don’t understand you, you don’t understand me
That’s OK, I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow
If I could write a metaphor to tell you how I’m feeling, I’d probably compare it to the cracks that are on my floor

Play along, play along, stop playing with yourself
I’m not asking a lot, but I’m asking too much
Rip the bong with me some time
We can talk about whatever