It's getting too easy to see All the things that are around me Except the words from you But it's okay I'd rather not read you And be there than be here and read these things Someone told me I'd like a book I don't remember its name And I don't really care The walls are full of mold And the paint is about to pour out I'm afraid it will spill And feed the rats and bugs They're not so easy to see But in the night time they run around me It's kind of frightening But not as long as they don't bite me I hate it here I hate it here It makes me sick To my stomach I'm gonna throw up in the walls And feed the rats and bugs I'm gonna throw up It makes me sick