Rats in my Bed

Sleeping in the icebox
chewing at my nails
turning on the lightswitch
everything remains.
There's a man in my bedroom
clutching at his head
he's sleeping on the carpet
cos there's rats in my bed

It feels like an icepick
is sticking in my back
and the door to my bedroom
has opened a crack.
My friend is approaching
his pockets full of lies
he's hollow on the inside
I can see it in his eyes

The pullover you're wearing
has started to bleed
I think I'm gonna be sick
that's all that I need.
I feel unbalanced
I feel betrayed
I've been rejected
and I've been made.