In bed, feeling left in my head, nothing said Slept through the sun again In bed, feeling like I have no friends, ashamed instead Slept through the sun again In bed, feeling left in my head, nothing said Slept through the sun again I can’t help you wonder What’s the purpose or why I’m in any place Fuck me, all I want is sleep and not to dream anything We’ll spend our entire lives searching for nothing What’s the point?