Depression dance

Shit I dance around depression
Doing dishes, dirty laundry
No plans or damned ambitions
Trying to figure out who are we
Made a sammitch
Couldn't eat it
I'm not hungry til I'm starving
Sweep the floor up
Start to dusting
Now the floor is fucking messy
I should have sone the dusting first thing
Still feeling groggy
Trying to shake the sleep up off me
My eyes are pupils
 Just solid dots
Meh, let's have another coffee
 I think I'm on my third pot
My hands are shaking, sopping
And my brain is feeling frothy
But the damn thing is getting done
Plus I wrote these words
And nothing's gonna stop me
Oh shit, have you seen that show
Bordertown,
 on netflix?..