Shut Out, Pimpled And Angry.

I Quietly Tied All My Guts Into Knots.

Gave Up On Trying To Make Them,

I Figured It'd Take Them Too Long To Look Up And Besides...



It Was Undeniably Clear To Me I Don't Know Why

When Every Other Part Of Life Seemed Locked Behind Shutters

I Knew What Worthless Dregs We've Always Been.



Lucked Out And Found My Favorite Records

Lying In Wait At The Birmingham Mall.

The Songs That I Heard,

The Occasional Book

Were The Only Fun I Ever Took.

And I Got On With Making Myself.

The Trick Is Just Making Yourself.



But When They're Parking Their Cars On Your Chest

You've Still Got A View Of The Summer Sky

To Make It Hurt Twice When Your Restless Body

Caves To Its Whims

And Suddenly Struggles To Take Flight...



Three Thousand Miles North East

I Left All My Friends At The Morning Bus Stop Shaking Their Heads.

"what Kind Of Life You Dream Of? You're Allergic To Love."

Yes I Know But I Must Say In My Own Defense

It's Been Undeniably Dear To Me, I Don't Know Why

When Every Other Part Of Life Seemed Locked Behind Shutters

I Knew The Worthless Dregs We Are,

The Selfless, Loving Saints We Are,

The Melting, Sliding Dice We've Always Been.