I'm not okay I think I haven't cleaned my house in 37 days And every morning I wake up to fruitflies on my face And I am facing all my problems while I barely am awake And I make my way Through piles of dirty clothes that I still need to throw away And I don't pick up my phone cause they will ask if I'm okay And I was never good at lying so I guess they'll have to wait And I stay up late And wonder why it's hard for me to just get through the day So I drink a lot of sugar and I turn on the tv And then I bite nails from all the caffeine anxiety I wanna make out on my couch But I can't let you in I wanna make out on my couch But I can't let you in 'Cause I've got rotten teeth Oh baby can't you see? 'Cause I've got rotten teeth Oh baby can't you see? 'Cause I've got rotten teeth Oh baby can't you see? 'Cause I've got rotten teeth Oh baby can't you see?