BNB

Sam, your mom has secretly

Been renting out your home

I used the 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 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 secretly renting your place

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

Trying 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

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 want to 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