I know a dollar 50 Can keep my hair clean for three weeks If it really has to If it really has to What's the point of being clean? I'm in bed a lot But I almost never sleep 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 If I wanna call you all the time I just can't