Song by The Shins<br /><br>
shut out, pimpled and angry. <br>
i quietly tied all my guts into knots. <br>
gave up on trying to make them, <br>
i figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides... <br>
<br>
it was undeniably clear to me i don't know why <br>
when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters <br>
i knew what worthless dregs we all are then. <br>
<br>
lucked out and found my favorite records <br>
lying in wait at the birmingham mall. <br>
the songs the i heard, <br>
the occasional book <br>
were the only fun i ever took. <br>
and i got on with making myself. <br>
the trick is just making yourself. <br>
<br>
but when they're parking their cars on your chest <br>
you've still got a view of the summer sky <br>
to make it hurt twice when your restless body <br>
caves to its whims <br>
and suddenly struggles to take flight... <br>
<br>
three thousand miles north east <br>
i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. <br>
"what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love." <br>
yes i know but i must say in my own defense <br>
it's been undeniable dear to me, i don't know why <br>
when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters <br>
i knew the worthless dregs we are, <br>
the selfless, loving saints we are, <br>
the melting, sliding dice we've always been.<br>
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