On The Counter

Put the cans safely back on the shelf.
Take a breath, grab a hold of yourself.
If I had a headache for every other bad day you’re dragging around,
I’d fall dead on the counter.
I’d fall dead on the counter.
Happy to be lying down.
Your face reads like a horror flick.

Eyes react to every movement.
It’s just, it’s just motion.
It’s just, it’s just movement.
You’re seeing things in malformation.
Your projection is kind of hazy.
It’s kind of funny how you’re sort of lazy about getting it fixed.