Know Your Onion

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 the worthless dregs we've always been

Lucked out, found my favourite 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

Now 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 it's whim

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