Incomplete

Incomplete

Jawbreaker
(album: Unfun)

We hear your one hand clapping.
It´s music to our ears.
You don´t like the way we sound.
We don´t like the way you hear.
Sorry we ain´t hard enough to piss your parents off.
Hatred´s not our policy.
We tried that game and lost.
You keep saying you´re just killing time.
Be careful,
You´re killing some of mine.
I don´t want it.
Keep it to yourself.
You can´t help it,
So put it on a shelf.
Well hate makes hate.
It percolates.
You´re brewing up a storm.
This song´s the head of your coffee spoon,
Mirroring your form.
The distortion´s pretty accurate.
I´d say your head´s about that size.
Your vision´s been so striken by those beady little eyes.
And all the broken nursery rhymes.
Old hopes cracked open by cynical minds.
We´ll try to work them out sometime.
I wouldn´t want to be so cool in a world about to freeze.
You´re so hard you´re brittle.
You shatter easily.
And no one´s there to pick you up
´cause you fucked with all your friends.
Lying there like an unpieced puzzle nobody can mend.