Utilities - The Weakerthans

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 lightbulb

or those photos lying yellowed and curled.

lose some 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.