Questioning My Sanity - L7

Im saving my piss in a jar

This depression has gone too far

Im lying here in bed

Am I alive or am I dead

Im questioning my sanity

The paint chips are kicking in Desperation bubbles my skin

Theres stuff crawling on the floor

Crackers with black books knocking at my door

The tvs talking to me Im questioning my sanity

Everybody have a breakdown!

I havent changed my clothes in weeks

Im wallowing in my own stink

My ass is sore from lying in bed

Am I alive or am I dead?