Morning light burns me

through a crack in my window

Wipe that grit caught in my eye



I look in the mirror,

see a face staring back at me

Pop in my eyeballs for size



I'm running like a fan on high,

please help me find my low



Walking backwards

I smile and I see my teeth

They should be gleaming, but they're not



Squeeze the tube

Trying to find salvation

A handful of paste is what I got