Eggshell

I'm sleeping later everyday
 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
 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
 Still dreaming in abbreviated emails
 Regarding airfare quotes, un-rendered thumbnails
 Its 9 p.m. and slipping out I'm still at home
 Blister my palm, losing to metal Mario
 I'm having it out with the counter top
 '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 its my default
 Still can't determine between white sugar and salt