Dead space On the floor in my room Even the internet seems boring Now that I've got you Lack of common sense I just stay in bed God's hanging from the ceiling fan Devil's laying on the floor When you tell me you're ok I don't believe you anymore Cold hands Stashing pot inside a soda can There's you and then there's me High as shit in the living room watching the tv You asked me if I was lonely Well I don't think I'm anything So when I say it's all ok I hope you don't believe me