i'd make a terrible sous chef
im known as generally useless
ill probably make up the recipe and then miss instructions cause the fan is too loud
i couldn't make it as a waiter
the only plates i lift are paper
i'll probably drop the fondue which would lead to my execution (in) front of a crowd
so give me just a second to get over myself
i promise that i'll do it like nobody else
if just another puzzle piece slid into place
i'd turn it around and everything would be ok
don't really fit in the line up
i'm known for f*cking the vibe up
I'm usually two steps behind 'cause i'm trying to hide that i don't get outside
im not that bad at doing dishes
penance for f*cking up the kitchen
im told its good for reflecting on my flaws and myself like i don't know i'm the problem
so give me just a second to get over myself
i swear to you i'll do it like nobody else
if just another puzzle piece slid into place
i'd turn it around and everything would be ok
so I try to survive with this wayward way of life
and pretend that salvation's coming due
and I work on my cooking eating egg shells every morning
scrubbing carbon off my pot lid, every mediocre omelet
i imagined, was for you
i just can't get this funny feeling out of myself
that i was meant to do it like nobody else
if i could just remove the part of me that felt
i'd rip it out and everything would be ok
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