I know a dollar fifty Can keep my hair clean for three weeks If it really has to But if it really has to Then what's the point of being clean? I'm in bed a lot But I almost never sleep I love you just enough To hope you don't love me I knew I didn't have to read The two month old receipts All piled up under the garbage Piled up under the seats Of my car that I was cleaning 'Cause I was on acid And I wanted to clean something Just to prove that I could do it Or to prove that I was me or something I'm bored of all the hedonism But not bored enough to stop So I love everyone so much I cut them off This has been the longest Stretch of hell I've ever seen All I'm really looking for now Is a reason to stay clean But I keep on running out of things That I think still get me through the night I am worried that last year Will be the best year of my life I want to call you all the time I just can't