Lyrics:

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 all are then.

Lucked out and found my favorite records
Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall.
The songs the 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 undeniable 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.