Bedsores

I doubt there'd ever be a room full of agoraphobics But if you saw me in one, you probably wouldn't notice My mother thinks I'd fit in but I don't need a diagnosis Just brings another fucking problem into focus Maybe at eighteen I'll have a bit of a career For now I'll stay in bed until my head clears I just need some alone time for the rest of the year Or at least until the good times feel sincere I'll go explore my head, see what I find Just clean my bedsores and I'll be fine I know I swore that I wouldn't decline But there's a war and I was drafted by my mind Close and open the same damn apps My medication makes it hard for me to nap Now I'm drinking water from the bathroom tap As I wait for the day that I inevitably snap I wrote a whole fucking album cause I stayed in bed To the point that I'd expect my tissues to be dead And I needed a way to get this out of my head So I passed my problems to my listeners instead I'll go explore my head, see what I find Just clean my bedsores and I'll be fine I know I swore that I wouldn't decline But there's a war and I was drafted by my mind I think my brain will be the death of my mother Who has to lock all our medications in the cupboard I don't want to be the reason that my family has to suffer And I wish I could be a better little brother