I'll try this song On the roof I'll see if I can do it without fucking it up And it'll be fun 'cause it'll be like, all wind This version we have is like, really different Wait- hold on It's really slow Just gonna leave that in, this take Stay in bed Sometimes turning to my right Until I close my eyes This is not a song about sleep or death It's about something much smaller and paler than that I'm not going to show it to my friends 'Cause when I came home I'd lost thirty-something pounds I didn't leave my bed I threw up in a bathroom in Baltimore Before dancing with a girl I'll probably never talk to again We won't be friends And I won't be nice to anyone Because I don't see why I should I don't see the point I won't, I won't get clean For the rest of my life I won't be nice I don't know what to do at the end because it just like, turns into noise in the song So it's like When we, we wanna do it live and like, have it turn into noise, just like with all the instruments But I wanna figure out something like really, different for the acoustic version, but like, comparable But I don't know what that is I don't know