Goldfish fighting in my dishwasher

I'm slowly evaporating from this verbal tennis match For some reason we continue to give breath to these vapor windy circles Brewing a coffee tornado that is going to spill all over my shirt And they say didn't cry over spilled milk, but there's a river of rain I've been holding back And I'll be damned if I let this game end at 40 love But is victory really as sweet when blood sheds from pain and not perseverance I'll keep painstakingly swimming even when the water is above my head Because when you take that 1 second to notice everything around you The dirty food tables are eventually going to be clean The question isn't who is going to do the dishes But when will we stop acting like goldfish fighting in my dishwasher And look outside the glass to see a whole world needing just one person to keep swimming p.s. you don’t have to tread water when you can float with your reflection...