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