Know Your Onion?

Shut out Pimpled and angry I quietly tied all guts into knots Gave up On trying to make it I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up And besides It's was undeniably clear to me I don't know why When every other part of life Seemed lock behind shutters I knew the worthless dregs We've always been Lucked out For my favorite record 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 And 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 kinda life do 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 selfish loving saints we are The bells and sliding dice We've always been