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
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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