How did anybody find out where I was?
How did anybody find that out?
I was hiding from the world, I was a squirrel.
You chopped down my tree to get my fur.
Fear of sleep…
You’re no fun.
Fear of the unknown.

I guess everybody’s week must have been pretty rough,
Cause everybody’s drunk, loud, and pissed off.
I know you hate to be impressed with someone else (other than yourself)
But you know, trying to hold back on being an asshole helps.
Fear of sleep…
You’re no fun.