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