Half-empty soda cans stacked up by the chair Giving sugar ants a brand new lair Takeout boxes still have their spoons inside Nowhere left for my shame to hide Paper bags with greasy napkins left in them Rotting on the floor again This whole damn place is a disaster zone Every hidden corner I call my own Dust bunnies dance and the grime it grows Guess this is just how my story goes Wrinkled clothes mixed up between them all Piled in mountains against the bedroom wall Unwashed shirts and pants on the floor I don't even close the closet door Stacking higher every single day While my dignity just melts away I've given the roaches individual names All 182 of them, playing their little games And their leader's name is Steve Sitting on the windowsill, disgusted at me The world's looked at me like I was already gone So I started looking at myself that way that day on If everybody wants to take a crap on me I'll roll in it and wear it like a joke, you'll see No point in scrubbing what I can't outrun No point in faking I can still be someone If they all think I'm trash, then fine, let it show I'll lay right down in it and let the garbage grow I could do something about it, yeah I guess Clean up the room, take care of the mess But I can't, oh I can't break the routine 'Cause I'm a pig, the muddiest you've ever seen Yeah, I'm a pig This whole damn place is a disaster zone Every hidden corner I call my own Dust bunnies dance and the grime it grows Guess this is just how my story goes That's all that's ever been expected of me Living in the filth, and forever be Just a pig
