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