My teeth feel fuzzy

I think that's a good thing

My head feels funny

I think that's bad

I’ve got six more hours

And three more days

That's plenty of time

Let's waste it away

My score’s an angel number

Eleven point one percent

And the lighting here is pretty

It makes me feel warm instead

 

I can't do big things

So everything is small

My body’s feeling icky

But that's my brains fault

Go away stupid brain

I don't need you anymore

 

I should feel fuzzy

I should be funny

So why is it so cold

Come back brain

I guess I need you afterall

 

I need you to tell me

When to go to bed

I need you to tell me

What's going on in my head

I need you to tell me 

When to change my clothes

I need you to tell me

There's a point to growing old

I need you to tell me

That there's a point to life

Because if it wasn't for you

I would of died

If it wasn't for you

I wouldn't be alive

I wouldn't be living

This funny fuzzy life

 

I need you to tell me

When to brush my teeth

I need you to tell me 

That every breaths a treat

Because without that

I’d forget to breath

Because without that

I wouldn't be