Lyrics

I'm sure i'm not the first one to notice this But the things you touch don't work Appreicate your gifts I hate people sick with bad habits Like always fixing thing Let's slam their hands in their car doors Break light bulbs ono their bathroom floors Pour pop rocks in their soft drinks Hit their heads until they think: Leave it broken Wind the watch too tight Just to lose some time Leave plastic in sunlight Just to watch it twist Beauty is in all the flaws Bad hair, soft shape Always saying stupid things Mistake, misfire