"Open Wound" lyrics

I could make my bed
I could clean my room
But I'm picking at an open wound

I'm just layin in bed
Need some rest for my head

I could stay asleep
Give my life to these sheets

Don't you look too closely
There's nothing to see here
Just how reclusive ways seep back into place
And how can I be wrong
If no one can hear me calling out

It's been weighing on my chest
This feeling of pseudo-reality
And if my efforts are for nothing
Then I suppose it's just
A matter of time and acceptance
A big beautiful blur
Pushing on into nothing