Wondering jets inside of menI've got the field day jittersnWet matches and a bottle of Mr. CleannI'm a nervous wreck in the shape of a testnI figure it's all about givingnCausing all of the brain to slip into framenAnd visit the space that it gives me for sleepnWondering jets inside of menI've got the field day jitters, jitters, jittersnI'm an open nest, a paper addressnI can get lost in just livingnBlowing thoughts of regretnYou'll never forget the feeling of falling and breakingnThis is me, your glue gun's dreamnA map of every roadnA friend that drops his nosenBut this can't benI'm a cracking machinenMy will is to hold and my creed is to be the unbreakable menNow it's time to fill up all the cracks in me,nNo stopping, no stopping, no stoppingnIt's what I wantnIt's what I seenThat I'm unbreakable, capable, breakablenBye bye, never any doubt in me