Accident Prone

It’s been a rough week for the both of us
You locked your keys in your car and i got hit by a bus
They screwed up your order at the Penn Station and i lost 10 pounds cause of
food poisoning
You spilled a glass of wine on your pull-out couch and a sinkhole opened up and
swallowed my whole house
Well you still look gorgeous with a zit on your chin meanwhile i look like i
got hit by a meteorite cause i did
It’s probably time to admit that your out of my league cause i can’t carry what
this heavy world puts on me
Sorry i keep showing up with one shoe off, wallet pick-pocketed and phone
waterlogged
And i know you sick of TV and dining in but i almost die every time i try to do
anything
You know that i’m accident prone
You know i’m a walking disaster
(sorry)
You know that i’m accident prone
You know i’m a walking disaster
(sorry, that’s my bad)
Hey babe, hey can you pick up a pizza on your way home from work,
maybe a 6 pack and some kind of frozen dessert
Sorry I’ve been sitting on your couch all week
Sorry i’m scared to get the mail because a tree fell on me
Sorry i broke every appliance in your house i touch
Sorry i can’t go get a job because my car blew up
Sorry i tried to mow your grass but got attacked by wolfs
Sorry the cables out because i tried to steal pay-per-views
Sorry i seem to be the epicenter of some new sickness
Sorry your neighbors formed a Frankenstein mob to evict us
Sorry we can’t go on a date or do romantic stuff
Sorry your lot was falling for a guy that fate wants crushed
Maybe you’re right, maybe it’s all in my head
Maybe there’s not a deity that wants me to be dead
But hey, what’s that noise and smoke on the horizon
Oh right, of course it’s an army of gods chosen
You know that i’m accident prone
You know i’m a walking disaster
You know that i’m accident prone
You know i’m a walking disaster
(sorry)
(now you know i’m)
(now you know i’m)
(accident prone)
(now you know i’m)
(now you know i’m)
(a walking disaster)
I look back and stand
Oh pillar of salt
I’m losing my taste and it’s my fault
Maybe you’re right, i know that i’m wrong
We never got good at the same song
(you know that i’m accident prone)
(you know i’m a walking disaster)
Running to the hills with whatever we could grab
The dust of civilization rising up behind our backs
I cannot help but feel as though i am to blame
But to be honest I’ve been in a rut lately and i would’t mind a change
I don’t understand the wasted land
Nothing ventured cause i’m too scared