“Malfunction”
Written by Isabella Bunny Bennett

Who am I? What am I? What’s inside?
That’s causing this Malfunction

Mislabeled, unable, To repair this Mal-

Functioning just fine, I’m alive

At this junction of dysfunction, We arrive


What’s your Malfunction?
Don’t be scare, It don’t matter how you wear your hair

What’s your Malfunction?
Find its mirth, perfect’s a bore for what it’s worth


Gold, silver, copper, bronze

The dullest metal can still be strong


Well we might have our share of ticks

But honey that’s how we get our kicks


Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function away

Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function away
Malfunction! Malfunction! Malfunction!

My function’s desire
Climb higher than a spider on the wire
You function in mirth
But that sector might need rebirth

I’m about to pick you up

get you back up on your feet

you don’t need to worry love

Even if we’re incomplete

Come on baby open up
Pull out the wires and trim the fluff
Be yourself sounds so cliche

But hey let's do it anyway


We’re functioning just fine, we’re alive

At this junction of dysfunction we are arrive

What’s your Malfunction?

Don’t be scare, It don’t matter how you wear your hair

What’s your Malfunction?

Bring it forth perfect’s a bore for what it’s worth


Curvy, skinny, or bizarre

The best shape is who you are

Raise your hand if you’re not from a mold (yeah me)

Varied strings are worth more than gold


Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function away
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl function away
Malfunction! Malfunction! Malfunction!

Feel the fires as they tickle your face
Watch and learn as they make you feel disgrace
Ones and zeroes left over, left out to haunt

Comb them in and let them want

I want more from this stupid life
Do you want more from this stupid life? (oh yeah)
Ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes

Add them up, take them up, show them

I’m functioning just fine I’m alive
At my junction of dysfunction we arrive

What’s their Malfunction?
It’s a start; Can we teach them not to fall apart?
Their Malfunction isn’t us, it’s all the clamor and the fuss


When I say that I love you, dammit Janet, take it as truth
Everything’s a little broken

To be pristine well you must be jokin’


Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl-function away
Mah-ah-ah-ah-ahl-function away