sleep little flea little boy me a freak

am i clean i feel like men i feel like boys i think i'm peeling

the ringing in my ears from playing too loud

i hear the ocean i hear the crowd

i'm disconnected i am unattached

an unmade bed makes me feel like a failure

bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision, blurry vision

and the ringing in my ears from playing too loud

i hear the ocean i hear the crowd

too pale too sick too scrawny but i'll sleep here anyway

and the sheets smell like bodies

not mine not yours, not yours

it's two am and it's quiet again

where's my lip GLOSS...

and the ringing in my ears from playing too loud

i hear the ocean i hear the crowd...