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