Reset the soldered wiring
Pushed up against the wall
Got bent, you work through what’s in my dirt and darkness

Rewired and due for service
Propped up against the wall
Dead leaves and broken glass between force and falling

I could throw a fit, but you won’t admit how the damage was done while I was gone
Damn 1968, this stainless steel still breaks
Still breaks
It’s force and falling

I could throw a fit, but you won’t admit how the damage was done while I was gone
Damn 1968, this stainless steel still breaks
Still breaks
Still brea––
You owe me eighty-five bucks