Sleep, little flea
Little boy? Me?
A freak
Am I clean?
(Sleep)
I feel like men
(Sleep, little flea)
I feel like boys
(Little boy? Me?)
I think I'm peeling

And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd

Disconnected
I am unattached
Unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
Blurry vision
Oh
Oh

And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd

Too pale, too sick
Too scrawny
But I'll sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
Not yours

It's 2 AM
And it's quiet again
Where's my lip gloss?

And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd