Glitch In My Soundtrack

Verse

I woke up late and the toast was burnt,

My coffee screamed, “You’ll never learn!”

I kicked the fridge, it gave me sass,

The microwave just laughed its ass.

Chorus

I yelled at my toaster — and it yelled back!

Said, “You’re the glitch in your own soundtrack!”

I threw a spoon, it dodged with flair,

My kitchen’s punk and full of glare.

Verse

The blender’s plotting something loud,

The oven’s wearing a leather shroud.

My cereal box just rolled its eyes,

And the sink sang punk lullabies.

Chorus

I yelled at my toaster — and it yelled back!

Said, “You’re the glitch in your own soundtrack!”

I threw a spoon, it dodged with flair,

My kitchen’s punk and full of glare.

Bridge

I’m not alone — I’ve got my crew:

A haunted lamp and a chair that flew.

We riot daily, we scream in style,

Domestic punk with a crooked smile.

Chorus

I yelled at my toaster — and it yelled back!

Said, “You’re the glitch in your own soundtrack!”

I threw a spoon, it dodged with flair,

My kitchen’s punk and full of glare.