cry about it

There are French fries all over the floor
The microwave won't f*****g shut off
You're shouting, I'm screaming
A Spotify add joins in on our duet. 
You tell me I didn't really have a miscarriage 
And I swear the death inside me kicked. 
The microwave is still humming
Accompanied by loud rhythmic beeps
You want to leave, you need to leave. 
I push you back and block the way 
All I want is fix this to fix us 
I've never seen you like this
You throw the table 
I've never seen myself like this
I slap you so hard...
Both of us are a shattered mess 
Laughing truanting threats
You storm out and free
My war torn soul
I relapse and begin pleading
Death take me and heal me
This scratch on my neck
The cracking of my voice
There are French fries on the floor
And I am done.