Scrubbing pans,
Shelving plates,
Furiously throwing
Myself into the day
To get through it.

Everything's clean,
And I'm sweating
But nobody can tell,
I'm supposed to be wet.

Maybe I'll save up,
And I'll get out,
Or I'll give up,
I'll drop out
Of this thing
Back to nothing.

But nothing puts
A chill in me
Because I'm afraid
Nothing could be worse.

So here I'll stay
Until nothing
Comes to me.