Puddle Of Mudd

Your hair looks like
It's falling out
Left in the comb
It won't come off
Your head hangs low
Your legs get weak
Leftovers on the tabletop
And I'm so stressed out yeah
You lift your arms
Over your head
And run your fingers
Through what's left
You eyes tear up
Your stomach burns
You're upside down
Start to invert
And I'm so stressed out yeah