Know Your Onion!

Shut out, pimpled and angry

I quietly tied all my guts into knots

I gave up on trying to make 'em

I figured it'd take 'em 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, 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

Yeah, 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 Northeast

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