Incomplete — текст песни (jawbreaker)

We hear your one hand clapping.
It`s music to our ears.
You don`t like the way we sound.
We don`t like the way you hear.
Sorry we ain`t hard enough to piss your parents off.
Hatred`s not our policy.
We tried that game and lost.
You keep saying you`re just killing time.
Be careful,
You`re killing some of mine.
I don`t want it.
Keep it to yourself.
You can`t help it,
So put it on a shelf.
Well hate makes hate.
It percolates.
You`re brewing up a storm.
This song`s the head of your coffee spoon,
Mirroring your form.
The distortion`s pretty accurate.
I`d say your head`s about that size.
Your vision`s been so striken by those beady little eyes.
And all the broken nursery rhymes.
Old hopes cracked open by cynical minds.
We`ll try to work them out sometime.
I wouldn`t want to be so cool in a world about to freeze.
You`re so hard you`re brittle.
You shatter easily.
And no one`s there to pick you up
`cause you fucked with all your friends.
Lying there like an unpieced puzzle nobody can mend.