[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 9pm 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