Hiding from the drunk voices and such Don't really feel like saying "what's up" Laying in bed I needed the break I hope that that's ok I love all your friends It's nothing like that I've just been feeling exhausted And maybe a little accosted By all of the noise and the talking You know that I have a hard time I'm anxious and nervous when I socialize I'm poison I'm poison I'm poisoned My skin is melting off from the venom I'm fucking rotting as I live Two little puncture wounds They blister, they burn, and they itch I could die from this I could die from this Hope I die from this My eyes are red (From crying into a pillow) I try to look (Composed when I walk in the room) This house is buried underwater There's an undercurrent Dragging me from you