My apartment could tell you how I've been doing When you can't see the floor then I'm about to lose it When my dishes get this high, I've probably been crying Peak into my bedroom to see what I'm hiding Just look inside And see that I'm not alright So I'll bury my feelings in this metaphor Like the garbage that's piled up at my kitchen door I won't make my bed 'cause I'm not really fine If my apartment's this fucked up Imagine the state of my mind, mind, mind I know what you're thinking but I don't get to choose I see every problem, but there's nothing I can do I'll get there eventually but I'm stuck to my seat 'Cause my dopamine left me, I don't want what I need Just look inside And see that I'm not alright So I'll bury my feelings in this metaphor Like the garbage that's piled up at my kitchen door I won't make my bed 'cause I'm not really fine If my apartment's this fucked up Imagine the state of my mind, mind, mind These holes look a little like mine, mine, mine Imagine the state of my mind So I'll bury my feelings in this metaphor Like the garbage that's piled up at my kitchen door I won't make my bed 'cause I'm not really fine If my apartment's this fucked up Imagine the state of my mind