Washer - Do It Yourself

I break the glass and look for water
sop it up with a rag and swallow shards
cry for help, answer do it yourself
it never lasts, these routine hard ons
for self inflicted feather and tar
cry for help, answer do it yourself

and I'll keep riding these expectations
unsure of in whose mind the thought resides
'cause I'm not quite right
if you need to find help from anyone
well I'm not quite right

and as I choke, not from a smoke
but from the fragments in my throat
I'll hope for comfort in strangers' eyes