[Verse 1]

I'm sleeping later every day

I let my time all go to waste

I'm cracking eggshells in the pan too much

I don't know if I'm washing my hands enough

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Still dreaming in abbreviated emails

Regarding airfare quotes, unrendered thumbnails

It's 9 p.m. and slipping out, "I'm still at home"

Blistered my palm, losing to metal Mario

[Chorus]

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 the song where the chorus hits

'Cause I don't like sticking flags on my nervousness

Stuck in the kitchen for hours it's my default

Still can't determine between white sugar and salt