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