Watch me heap up what I’ve sown 
I’m made of peanuts, not of shells 
God spares a quality of himself 
Uniquely designed but we can’t help ourselves 
So – Why, I made the face that bugs you 
I won’t design conversation around you 
I made the face that bugs you 
Spyglass scans the field 
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here 
Tired of looking through you 
I’ve found myself can you find you 
So – Why I’ve made the face that bugs you 
I won’t design 
Spyglass scanned the field 
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here 
Tired of looking through you 
I’ve found myself can you find you 
So – Why, did I make the face 
And I won’t design 
I made the face 
I won’t design