Shut out
Pimpled and angry
I quietly tied all guts into knots
Gave up
On trying to make it
I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up
And besides
It's was undeniably clear to me
I don't know why
When every other part of life
Seemed lock behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs
We've always been
Lucked out
For my favorite record
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
And 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 northeast
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop
Shaking their heads
"What kinda life do 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 selfish loving saints we are
The bells and sliding dice
We've always been
