[Verse 1]
Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth
Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house
Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced
Get out of bed, please go away, get out, get out, get out

[Verse 2]
You see a liar in the mirror he's sneering in that way
That makes you feel unsafe, insane and you hate to see his face
You punch the mirror to shut him up but he won't go away
He just multiplies, intensifies, he's twenty tiny blades

[Verse 3]
Is it getting better? It's really getting worse
I'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts
The forest is on fire, but we're gonna let it burn
We're controlling it, we've got it handled, thanks for your concern