Know Your Onion!

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, 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 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 --- Know Your Onion! - The Shins