Don't come back to America. I love you too much.

  Since you've got me lying in bed
 emotionally drowsy,
 I've noticed the ordinary objects
 lying around my room
 Coppertone sunscreen
 a pink handkerchief
 the pills I refuse to take
 to alleviate my depression
  I scratch my filthy head
  and I try to ponder something
  exciting
  I just repeat self deprecation
  and nearly convince myself to leave the house
  I've seemed to have forgotten half my vocabulary
 at a moment's notice
 because I've tried to unlearn
 everything we told each other
 It doesn't make the downtime easier
 It just makes it worse
 I'm going to shower tomorrow
 for the first time in...
 1,2, no 5 weeks
 and I'll put on a shirt without stains
 acting like I'm worth getting to know
 by being refreshingly bold  
 This girl has no idea
 how stupid we will be together
 just how terribly I will abruptly fuck up
 our entire relationship
 just by being honest
 Maybe I'll be the next one packing
 But at least if I am,
 I'll have the money to travel
 That's better than romance, I suppose