Utilities

Got this feeling that today doesn't like me Oh the air tastes like flowers and paint There's a sink full of bottles and cutlery And the car has got a list of complaints I just wish I were a toothbrush or a solder gun Make me something somebody can use We can wish on the pop of a light bulb Or those photos lying yellowed and curled Loose in boxes near abandoned electronics In the corners of the basements of the world Guess our wishes don't do dishes or brake repairs Make them something somebody can use Got a face full of ominous weather Smirking smile of a high pressure ridge Got more faults than the state of California And the heart is a badly built bridge Seems the most I have to offer doesn't offer much Make it something somebody can use Make this something somebody can use