I don't understand why I'm so low all the time
Maybe it's something I did sometime
Or something in my system turning me to waste
Or maybe it is my system.
I've been fucked up all week
It's just me - I've been like this for weeks
It's just that suddenly I was low and it's so obvious
It keeps me going all day and all night.
I gt this recurring image
Of a concrete toilet block
And for some reason, for some reason
I know what it feels like
To squeeze an adams apple
Right up someone's throat
And someone is gone and I'm feeling funny
And tall scrub scratching me with it's itchy heat
Keeps coming at me like a rough scar touching
Cool white linen sheets.
Like a red hot polar burning itself
Burying itself deep within, deep within my head
And I somehow know
I'll never find myself
One single place where i can be solitary
For me on my, on my own
To be by myself
Could be best for everyone
Could be the best
And I can feel it coming
Summer's sticky heat
And I can feel it burning
And I can feel it
It's heat
And I'll do it again
Even though I know I shouldn't
I feel it
I'll do it again
I can feel it
I feel it!