In the fall of my youth
I try to make it up to you
Face the masonry with knives
I try to save my little life
But all the time it fails me
Will my back be shot right through
From sitting slumped on my right side for all of my life?
It takes weeks not days to heal now, heal now
When, when I dig into my skin, the cuts are slow and shimmering
The cuts are slow and shimmering
But decade you rang
Pulled all the phonebooks out
Gather and leap again
It's not the last time that I quit
I don't want to be sick, I don't want to be sick no more
This is something that I'm used to
I don't want to be sick no more
Jot a note into the future
If you're hiding blindly from the truth
Living lights obstruct the movement of other orbits in your view
That orbit all around you
And all the tiny frailties
I never want to go
But meteorites command me
In fragments of my foolish mind they send me
They send me