Soda Pop Stream

I'm at a table, I feel under water I'm like a soda pop stream with a filter I will watch you rotate round some words Spit them over your plate How that hurts I see them, I hear them Don't think they understand Why I'm even here You, want it that way I could mop the floor with my hands, rubbing corners I will heat up your plate with my face Shaking, I breathe in harder now Than you'd like me to Please don't freak out on me