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
peek 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

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

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
does yours look a little like mine, mine, mine
Imagine the state of my-

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