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