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

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 quotes, unrendered thumbnails

It's 9:00 p.m. and slipping out, "I'm still at home"

Blistered my palm, losing to 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 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