Shut Out, Pimpled and Angry
I Quietly Tied All My Guts Into Knots
Gave Up On Trying to Make Them
I Figured It 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 All Are Then

Lucked Out
Found 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 Thought I Was Making Myself
But the Trick Is Just Making Yourself

But When They're Parking Their Cars On Your Chest
You Still Got a Veiw of the Summer Sky
To Make It Hurt Twice When Your Restless Body
Caves to It's 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 Kind of Life You Dream Of? Your Allergic to Love"
Yes I Know But I Must Say in My Own Defense
It's Been 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 Are
The Selfless, Loving Saints We Are
The Melting, Sliding Dice We've Always Been.