The Time Of My Life The Vindictives

Everything I've got has certain places to go
A shelf for this thing and a drawer for that thing
A special something for that special someone
A little room where people leave me alone

Now I'm putting items into their spots
I can fit this lid directly on this box
I will count to ten in alphabetical order
I would buy a uniform if I could afford it

Shut me up with my own screaming
(There's something wrong with me)
Show me how to be forgiven
(There's something wrong with me)
I'm sure that there's something missing
(There's something wrong with me)
But I'd better tend to my own business

Carefully, I twist the proper lid on this jar
Reconnecting pieces that have fallen apart
Spacing equal inches when I'm setting the table
Removing accumulated lint from my navel

Today, I will spend my time renaming the parts
Of all the mechanisms listed here on this chart
I've got twenty seconds to absorb all the feelings
Of a complicated subject that I'm not finished dealing with