My head is caught under the rock where I've been living
As I wait to hear you say a lie that's worth believing
While downing a Touche record, listening to a fifth of Jack
'Cause nothing that you love about me is ever coming back

And if you're not living, you're dying, they say
So stand outside my bedroom, watch me waste away
So daze me, dear. Amaze me merely 'cause you can
As you wrap me 'round the fingers of your hand

How I hope they'll graze my skin, and give me purpose
If nothing more than in the name of not feeling so worthless
'Cause pessimism keeps me cold at night
So here's to 12 more hours illuminated by my laptop screen's light