A Psychic Wound

Tied to the pulse of the sea Wake me up from drooling on my shoulder To watch the Teignmouth waves go rolling by the window Is it a glorious view unless you say so? Unto the belly of a beast where we can lay low I can see his rotten toothbrush in the bathroom mirror selfie They say put him down, a sickly dog, but competition's healthy Coffee rings, a perfect circle, I appreciate the beauty Do you still have that one tattoo? That's how it works, of course you do It's a psychic wound you can't conceal Closing, opening, never heals It's a cosmic cheque you never cashed Curse the Universe for what you lack I try to forget it, it comes back to me Tied to the pulse of the sea Broke down blubbing at the pharmacy, begging the doc to dispense to me It once was ours but now it's mine, these things get better over time Love life living as a stalking horse Guinea-pig-headed I'm a martyr of course If you're not the one that's leaving You're the one that's left behind You can buy your hopes and dreams now, at the affiliate link Selling back the solidarity they got given as a gift They're calling themselves artists While they're lapping up the paint they've spilt Exist with Jester's privilege, secular girls with Catholic guilt It's a psychic wound you can't conceal Closing, opening, never heals It's a cosmic cheque you never cashed Curse the Universe for what you lack I try to forget it, it comes back to me Tied to the pulse of the sea I try to forget it Tied to the pulse of the sea Yeah, I try to forget it, it comes back to me Tied to the pulse of the sea