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