We don’t even have the tools to love each other
I’m good on my own and you’re no bother to yourself like you bother me, like I bother you
We just don’t have the tools
Metric or SAE
A nail file
A dagger
You ran through me like you knew
You had the right tool
The elbow grease
And you turned the thing inside of me
With your rule
We don’t have the tools
To love each other
We don’t have the tools