Listerine

Maybe nothing left to say

Same dinner I ate yesterday

The microwave

A snail's pace

Do you know what I mean?

Copacetic drinking Listerine

It's plain to see

We got home late

So I travel back in time

To apologize in advance

I won't be there

To see you smile

It's over now

You'll live somehow

To be at ease

To rest in peace

Is anyone here? It's feeling dead

Trying my best to remember if

I was walking past again and again

It's over, I'm going to bed

An image of what it might have been

Tricky to see if the light is dim

It lets it be about anything

Recycle it, don't feel a thing

And over and over and over and over....