Grocery Store Breakdown

Grocery Store Breakdown

There's bread, and cheese, and coffee, and me,
Holding back tears next to aisle number 3
Fumbling through feelings, can't forgive the me
Who's standing in the way of all I want to be

The sunset's a poached egg sitting low in the sky
But for belle sights I'm too rotten, a little cracked, kinda fried
Beats pounding my head, used to make me feel alive,
Now just mushy, kinda soupy, served up with some chives

Tripping on cobblestones, wishing to hurt,
I stumble into pizza, some coffee, dessert
And the street comes alive with twinkles and glee
Turns out I just needed dinner to be me