Allen Wrench Ballad

[Intro] IKEA boxes glare with flat-pack fate, a bedtime prayer to an allen wrench I can’t locate. [Verse 1] I pour out the screws like excuses, a litany of “I-should-have-read-the-book.” The shelf becomes a skyline of misfit dreams, and I pretend the diagram’s a rhapsodic crook. [Pre-Chorus] My thoughts argue in a swirl, a cartoon chorus in Swedish boots — “Gör det igen, du tappar!” they accuse, while I mutter, “I’m doing my best, I’m not a recluse.” [Chorus] If the instructions hid in a drawer or dream, I’d read them loud and clear, but I’m winging the scheme. I yell at the screws that won’t align, and I call out to a wrench I can’t seem to find. This self-deprecating ballad spins on, as imaginary friends remind me I’m a bit undone. [Verse 2] In the land of Swedish cartoons, I debate with Pippi and a shy Bamse, They insist the parts fit perfectly if I meditate on the screws’ massage. But every peg’s a riddle, every bolt a new fear, and I’m negotiating with a hex key that ain’t here. [Pre-Chorus] The inner chorus chants in friendly fire, “Measure twice, curse thrice, admire your own tireless empire.” I shrug and mumble, “Perhaps the manual is a sunken choir.” [Chorus] If the instructions hid in a drawer or dream, I’d read them loud and clear, but I’m winging the scheme. I yell at the screws that won’t align, and I call out to a wrench I can’t seem to find. This self-deprecating ballad spins on, as imaginary friends remind me I’m a bit undone. [Bridge] A cartoon Swedish chorus laughs at my disaster, then lends a tiny screwdriver of hope. “Start with the middle,” they softly whisper, and I learn to cope. [Chorus] If the instructions hid in a drawer or dream, I’d read them loud and clear, but I’m winging the scheme. I yell at the screws that won’t align, and I call out to a wrench I can’t seem to find. This self-deprecating ballad spins on, as imaginary friends remind me I’m a bit undone. [Outro] Okay, one more try, I’ll pretend the shelf has a soul, and maybe it forgives my human role. With a sigh and a grin, I stack the world in a line, and admit I’m just learning to align.