***BNB

One, two, three, four
 Sam, your mom has secretly been renting out your home
 I used your shower sponge when you went to Spain alone
 She told us it's been rough and you deserved a break
 And marrying that guy obviously was a mistake
 You had a couple kids, but now he's always gone
 And you're stuck sweeping hair at your mommy's hair salon
 The flat you have upstairs tucked in the suburbs safe
 Is running low on bread and other amenities
 'Cause your mom's been secretly renting your place
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 Al, your elevator looked in hella disrepair
 But I'm not fuckin' with a dozen flights of stairs
 I tenderized my legs somewhere in Germany
 Tried to convince the bored to pay attention to me
 The absinthe that we drank, I'm not sure it was real
 Massage place in the building, we know what's the fuckin' deal
 'Cause frat boys wait outside, pretending they're not there
 Avert their glassy eyes, but I don't really care
 I don't wanna lay in pain and stare at the ceiling
 While chasing the fleeting
 There's too much in my head to sleep
 And I did the thing that movie said
 "Foot on the floor beside the bed"
 Still, too much in my head to sleep
 Too much in my head to sleep
 There's too much in my head to sleep tonight
 Get fucked up, break your stupid bones again
 Get fucked up, lose your telephone again
 Get fucked up, bother all your friends again
 Get fucked up, shame your broken heart again
 I really gotta leave, but I just wanna stay
 I'm only a real person for a quarter-dozen days
 Until I gotta scram, until I go away
 And turn into a person that I wouldn't wanna be
 Cultivating mold on my laundry
 And becoming so afraid, I'm honestly
 Placing bets on a chemical crapshoot with my brain
 Cleaning for the dealer so I'll black out on the plane
 Mumbling in the dark and living vicariously
 Through a photo album in a stranger's BNB