There are French fries all over the floor
The microwave won't ******* shut off
You're shouting, I'm screaming
A Spotify add joins in on our duet.
You tell me I didn't really have a miscarriage
And I swear the death inside me kicked.
The microwave is still humming
Accompanied by loud rhythmic beeps
You want to leave, you need to leave.
I push you back and block the way
All I want is fix this to fix us
I've never seen you like this
You throw the table
I've never seen myself like this
I slap you so hard...
Both of us are a shattered mess
Laughing truanting threats
You storm out and free
My war torn soul
I relapse and begin pleading
Death take me and heal me
This scratch on my neck
The cracking of my voice
There are French fries on the floor
And I am done.