Soda Pop Stream

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
I see them, I hear them
Don't think they understand
Why I'm even here
You want it that way

[Verse 2]
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