Yeah I got a couple loose
The result of this word
My brain resembles the mechanics of a ticking clock
It's lost it's tick
It's tock
My gears are rusted
From the constant rain
Drenched from the constant pain
I need to be taking back to my maker
The creator of me
Back to the factory
I am a machine
Created on a assembly line
That's lost its usefulness
My gears gets stuck when you turn me on
I need to be update
I'm a antique that's lots its value
You discovered me
Un buried me
Then left me to rot
When you notice I didn't work right
But all I needed was a touch up
Just needed to put my screws back in there right place