Corners In Kitchens

Sitting in the corner of my kitchen
crying like a little bitch
 
the tears are heavy
I normally don't do this shit
 
my hoodie sleeve wet with snot
my make-up streaking down my face
 
I imagine I look like Alice cooper
I laugh  while crying like a little bitch
 
two cats circle me like lions
sensing my weakness they go for my hands
 
their playing, I'm sobbing
realizing what I'm doing is natural