Loquat Half-Assed Mechanic
Why is there a missing piece in everyone i know?
I never have the right parts to make them work out right
So they go on with their temperamental lives off track
Such a half-assed mechanic
I can't even fix myself
If you tip it over on its side, crack it open
Then maybe you will find out why
Look at all the wires that are twisted
Do they make just a little sense to you?
Maybe if you're smart
You can figure out the problem and solder it lightly
But then it just might break again
And you will be back here pulling out your hair
Why is there a missing piece in everyone i know?
I never have the right parts to make them work out right
So they go on with their temperamental lives off track
Such a half-assed mechanic
I can't even fix myself
I'll keep on stressing out
If i don't distract myself
With something else
If i don't take a break
It feels like a little game
Picking at your brain just to get some sort of clue
I finally think i understand
And then you surprise me and throw me for a loop
You put me back to square one
I have to rethink my hypothesis again
And if i do it 20 times
Whose to say i will find an answer for you
Why is there a missing piece in everyone i know?
I never have the right parts to make them work out right
So they go on with their temperamental lives off track
Such a half-assed mechanic
I can't even fix myself
