We-hell

I know a thing about admittin' the things that no-one wants to share
Scared that you'll look a total dipshit because strangers overcare
Don't be afraid to look stupid 'cause ev'rybody has bad days
You wanna know how I've been foolish? I've got incidents for days
Turns out that it's pretty hard to tell which direction a door should go now

"No way!" That's what you're gonna say
A total cliché but like I said, bad days
No fan of the crash slam right into my face
Tried to push away but that's the wrong damn way, yeah, dope
Yes, I did that, yes, I did
Yes, I did that, yes, I did
Yes, I did that, yes, I did
Yes, I did that, yes, I did

Know I should read the directions, it's trickier for me, ain't fair
Not 'cause my eyes don't work, that ain't true, no dyslexia in there
I'm just distracted, can't manage to walk around and keep track of what's in my face
Said distracted, can't manage to walk around when consistency's away
No design expert, so I can't tell if this door's a push or pull right now

Can't wait to read what signs might say
Never been that patient, must be on my way
Might be a real bad slam to my precious face
But I'd rather take it than make people wait, yaaaow!

Whether a knob or a handle, I will never get it on the first go
It's like a USB insertion, if I get it right, the universe broke
Could be a public bus'ness hall (public bus'ness hall)
Or in my own damn house's walls (own damn house's walls)
I am that one utter moron (walls) but I'm used to it, no problem, no, no, no

It's just my way to destroy my face
Almost not that painful, happens ev'ry day
Walk off ev'ry bad slam and wipe off the stain
Don't care if you're grateful, feels better this way
Sweat stains from my bad, bad, bad, bad slam?
No stains from my bad, bad, bad, bad slam
Bloodstains from my bad, bad, bad, bad slam?
No stains from my bad, bad, bad, bad slam

I'm a dunce, no shock now, yes, I did that, yes, I did