The Tool

Picking up the flowers From the staircase Mopping up the water From a cheap vase. Chorus: I know I’m a disgrace I know I should leave this place. I know you don't want my face I know I should leave this place. Picking up the pieces Of a good time. Mopping up the memories Of a good line. Picking up the effort To be a good guy Mopping up my stickers For a nice try… Bridge: A tool On the shelf A tool can't help myself can't help myself Chorus: I know I’m a disgrace I know I should leave this place. I know you don't want my face I know I should leave this place.