Eating Glass

I stare out the window
Collecting interference
Sometimes my whole life’s
A near death experience
Don’t tell me
What’s best for me
'Cause what’s best for me
Is we disagree
Sometimes it feels like
Eating glass
Sometimes it feels like
Eating glass all of the time
I measure the floor
Walking back and forth
The telephone don’t ring
Doesn’t give me anything
I am filled
With the need
Confident in knowing
That I need
Sometimes it feels like
Eating glass