I know a dollar 50
Can keep my hair clean for three weeks
If it really has to
If it really has to
What's the point of being clean?
I'm in bed a lot
But I almost never sleep
Love you just enough
To hope you don't love me
I knew I didn't have to read
The two-month-old receipts
All piled up under the garbage
Piled up under the seats
Of my car that I was cleaning
'Cause I was on acid
And I wanted to clean something
Just to prove that I could do it
Or to prove that I was me or something
I'm bored of all the hedonism
But not bored enough to stop
So, I love everyone so much, I cut them off
This has been the longest
Stretch of hell, I've ever seen
All I'm really looking for now
Is a reason to stay clean
But I keep on running out of things
That I think still get me through the night
I am worried that last year
Will be the best year of my life
If I wanna call you all the time
I just can't
