I doubt there’d ever be a room full of agoraphobics
But if you saw me in one, you probably wouldn’t notice
My mother thinks i’d fit in, but i don’t need a diagnosis
Just brings another f#cking problem into focus
Maybe at eighteen, i’ll have a bit of a career
For now, i’ll stay in bed until my head clears
I just need some alone time for the rest of the year
Or at least until the good times feel sincere
I’ll go explore my head, see what i find
Just clean my bedsores and i’ll be fine
I know i swore that i wouldn’t decline
But there’s a war and i was drafted by my mind
Close and open the same damn apps
My medication makes it hard for me to nap
Now i’m drinking water from the bathroom tap
As i wait for the day that i inevitably snap
I wrote a whole f#cking album cause i stayed in bed
To the point that i’d expect my tissues to be dead
And i needed a way to get this out of my head
So i passed my problems to my listeners instead
I’ll go explore my head, see what i find
Just clean my bedsores and i’ll be fine
I know i swore that i wouldn’t decline
But there’s a war and i was drafted by my mind
I think my brain will be the death of my mother
Who has to lock all our medication in the cupboard
I don’t want to be the reason my family has to suffer
And i wish i could be a better little brother
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