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My apartment could tell you how I've been doing
When you can't see the floor then I'm about to lose it
When my dishes get this high, I've probably been crying
Peak into my bedroom to see what I'm hiding
Just look inside
And see that I'm not alright
So I'll bury my feelings in this metaphor
Like the garbage that's piled up at my kitchen door
I won't make my bed 'cause I'm not really fine
If my apartment's this fucked up
Imagine the state of my mind, mind, mind
I know what you're thinking but I don't get to choose
I see every problem, but there's nothing I can do
I'll get there eventually but I'm stuck to my seat
'Cause my dopamine left me, I don't want what I need
Just look inside
And see that I'm not alright
So I'll bury my feelings in this metaphor
Like the garbage that's piled up at my kitchen door
I won't make my bed 'cause I'm not really fine
If my apartment's this fucked up
Imagine the state of my mind, mind, mind
These holes look a little like mine, mine, mine
Imagine the state of my mind
So I'll bury my feelings in this metaphor
Like the garbage that's piled up at my kitchen door
I won't make my bed 'cause I'm not really fine
If my apartment's this fucked up
Imagine the state of my mind