Don’t stare at me now   It’s worse than death to be looked at   I’m writing this out at home,   Where there is nothing but walls      Hey mom could you run down to the store?   Stock up on soy milk and I need a few good books   But nothing interesting, I’d like to feel dead for a week   And sleep like I’m already gone      Walk around the house,   Tearing all the mirrors down   While I’m at it, I’ll smash the windows, too   Then retreat to my room,   Throw my sheets around me   Blanket for the sky,   My oh my, what a mess am I