i didn't want to go to bed, and i didn't want to stay up late.

I wonder if it's bad how this has basically described me since high school. 

and still does. 

either way, I still love it. 

I guess I just find it comforting.

I didn't go to work for a month

I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight

I haven't hung out with anyone

'Cause if I did, I'd have nothing to say

I didn't feel angry or depressed

I didn't feel anything at all

I didn't want to go to bed

And I didn't want to stay up late

When you're living your life, 

well, 

that's the price you pay

Whenever I breathe out, you're breathing it in

Whenever I speak out, you're taking it in you, now

I'm feeling this positive/negative, positive/negative

I didn't go to work for a month

I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight

I haven't hung out with anyone

'Cause if I did, I'd have nothing to say