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.