Beautiful Disaster Machine

You leave half-finished masterpieces Scattered where you left them last Everybody counts what’s missing I just see what remains You never do what makes the most sense That’s what makes it hard to leave Somehow every strange decision Turns into a reason to believe Nobody knows What’s coming next Not even you I like that best Every day’s a surprise Every step feels new I swear the world makes more sense when it bends around you You’re my beautiful disaster machine Nothing fits and everything’s complete Every piece belongs somewhere else Somehow they belong to you Every room shifts Every plan leans You make accidents look intentional You’re my beautiful disaster machine You change directions mid-sentence Then forget where you began Somehow everybody follows Even when they don’t understand You collect impossible moments Like they grow on every street You never seem to find the rhythm Yet somehow you’re the beat Nobody knows What’s coming next Not even you I like that best Every day’s a surprise Every step feels new I swear the world makes more sense when it bends around you You’re my beautiful disaster machine Nothing fits and everything’s complete Every piece belongs somewhere else Somehow they belong to you Every room shifts Every plan leans You make accidents look intentional You’re my beautiful disaster machine Half your thoughts are unfinished sketches Half your plans arrive too late Somehow every loose end finds you Like it already knows its place Everybody wants an answer You’d rather ask another question Maybe that’s the whole reason We can’t look in another direction You’re my beautiful disaster machine Nothing fits and everything’s complete Every piece belongs somewhere else Somehow they belong to you Every room shifts Every plan leans You make accidents look intentional You’re my beautiful disaster machine Never what anybody expects to see Somehow all the parts that shouldn’t work Make something nobody could dream You’re my beautiful disaster machine