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.