Good For Nothing

I'm boring
I'll stay inside and rot in bed all day
And you won't wonder why
I'm not moving
In a casket made of dirty laundry

So I'll just sit and wait
I won't talk unless you talk to me first
I guess that makes it worse
Because we don't talk these days
But a bad friend is still a friend either way

At least I hope I still have a place with you

It's like you always said
Just put your best foot first
But what does that mean
When you say I'm the fucking worst?
It's like you never said
But always made me feel like
I'm good for nothing
I'm good at nothing

I'm weak
But I'd like to think there's
Another part of me
That's not spineless
Always nervous
And I'd like to think you think the same
That it's just my luck
And it's fucked