Polyester Prison - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Bugs crawling out from behind the bookshelf

Plates are piling up on the dresser

It's been about two weeks since I've had a shower

And it's really hard to get up on my feet

(Woah-oh, woah-oh)

Bed-rotting through the summer

Stuck in my prison of polyester

And if you try to come by my house

You'll see a shell of what I am, so just come back in the fall

I've been drinking from the same plastic bottle of water

For about a month now

My laundry's piling up in the corner

And I've been wearing the same t-shirt for over a week

(Woah-oh, woah-oh)

Bed-rotting through the summer

Stuck in my prison of polyester

And if you leave me out on the counter

I'll get devoured whole by the mold, until there's nothing to be

The bugs crawl back behind the bookshelf

As the weather starts to get a little colder

I slowly break away from my molt

But I'll always see the indent in my bed, from when it was a polyester prison