Lyrics
I'm sleeping later every day
I let my time all go to waste
I'm cracking eggshells in the pan too late
I don't know if I'm washing my hands enough
I'm keeping it close to the surface
But that's not really making it hurt less
Nothing to do but keep texting my therapist
So many half-assed attempts to get over this
Still dreaming in abbreviated emails
Regarding airfare, quote, unrendered thumbnail
It's 9 PM and slipping out, I'm still at home
Blister my palm losing the metal Mario
I'm having it out with the countertop
'Cause it doesn't believe I can turn it off
Wasting a year in the garage like a gravel pit
But I'm young, I should just fucking enjoy this shit
I hate the part of a song where the chorus hits
'Cause I don't like sticking flags on my nervous
Stuck in the kitchen for hours, it's my default
Still can't determine between white sugar and salt