Sometimes I wonder if my roommate counts
The empty bottles in our recycling bin
I'm trying hard to keep it on the down low
But I can't fall asleep without it
Things are going great
We're talking hard about recovery
But they all failed to notice
I've got color in my cheeks
Again
Sometimes I wonder when they'll figure out
I'm so truly fraudulent
I tried my best to stay
But I don't think I'm gonna make it
