**** these little things
That keep catching my ear
I didn't ask for these subtleties
If I had it my way
They'd be gone completely
Bright specks that distract from a silence
Like a dirt that peppers
A trash bag drumhead
Arrhythmia
Ooo
I don't see the art in it
(Do you see it?
I don't see it
I've been trying really hard
And frankly it doesn't make any sense)
They'd be gone completely
So I place white teeth into the
Centers of my ears
Until the rhythms become clear
I'm a distracted audience member
There's no heart in the mundane
And it doesn't mean a thing
Ba da ba da ba da
**** all these little things
Ba da ba da ba da
They'd be gone completely
Ba da ba ba da