Luis Neer - WHO lyrics

like when i'm in the room with an illness or a smog like the room is the size of a fingernail and i am the size of a grain of salt and i can't even think of tweets because all i do is sit and read i think i am moving closer to a nursing home i feel disgusted when i write about food so instead i write about eating gla** from three feet away i hear my phone vibrate as soon as i finish fidgeting i'll look at it and maybe pa** out paint is dripping all over my nerve cells