Garden Variety Eel Lyrics

Wield my awkward like a ten pound sledge

In social situations my back is to a ledge

I hedge my bets, turn my head down, step back

Shed myself of what breath I lack then react

I'm a garden variety eel constricting an electric seal

Brushed steel potato peel clutching anime film reels

Foolhardy anvil praying the antagonist will stand still

When I fall it's peers' recognition that gives a thrill

Deft hands daft sensibilities with putrid abilities

Bovine sedative temporarily grants me tranquility

Sinful pinball machine that is unsportingly tilted

Staccato or stilted? This whoopsi-dasie is wilted

Cut my own rope as a penniless provocateur

Divide my ego for that Yugi Moto allure

Malicious multiplicity for the self-saboteur

Half poor, quarter sore, lacking two eighth's more

Never far from that convex in my chest

To take distance would be for the best

To take distance would be for the best