***BNB

One, two, three, four Sam, your mom has secretly been renting out your home I used your shower sponge when you went to Spain alone She told us it's been rough and you deserved a break And marrying that guy obviously was a mistake You had a couple kids, but now he's always gone And you're stuck sweeping hair at your mommy's hair salon The flat you have upstairs tucked in the suburbs safe Is running low on bread and other amenities 'Cause your mom's been secretly renting your place Al, your elevator looked in hella disrepair But I'm not fuckin' with a dozen flights of stairs I tenderized my legs somewhere in Germany Tried to convince the bored to pay attention to me The absinthe that we drank, I'm not sure it was real Massage place in the building, we know what's the fuckin' deal 'Cause frat boys wait outside, pretending they're not there Avert their glassy eyes, but I don't really care I don't wanna lay in pain and stare at the ceiling While chasing the fleeting There's too much in my head to sleep And I did the thing that movie said "Foot on the floor beside the bed" Still, too much in my head to sleep Too much in my head to sleep There's too much in my head to sleep tonight Get fucked up, break your stupid bones again Get fucked up, lose your telephone again Get fucked up, bother all your friends again Get fucked up, shame your broken heart again I really gotta leave, but I just wanna stay I'm only a real person for a quarter-dozen days Until I gotta scram, until I go away And turn into a person that I wouldn't wanna be Cultivating mold on my laundry And becoming so afraid, I'm honestly Placing bets on a chemical crapshoot with my brain Cleaning for the dealer so I'll black out on the plane Mumbling in the dark and living vicariously Through a photo album in a stranger's BNB