I feel sorry for the sheltered and the weak
I found who I am in the black and the bleak
sounds that amount to a blip and bleep
in a house that exceeds what the council could keep
my first taste of love was like 10 weeks late
i rose from the dead, in a robe and a cape
with last words written on the back of a page
that i ripped from a word search i stole from a mate
and i keep it in my wallet on any given day
i can pull the fucker out just to read what it says
it says this
cheers, thanks a lot.
i was here, and that's enough.

I wasn't alive until september 25, 2011 that's the day where i truly felt alive
behind the counter of the A+E through the walkway on the right,
before you hit the backdoor was where they did the MRI's
it was 2 in the morning and i had tried to hide
because a nurse that had i fancied was leaving for the night
and i was in a wheelchair, and she was looking nice
so i faked like i was sleep so i didn't catch her eye
i took a pause and looked on at my life
and realised that i was riding shotgun on a ride
that i could not control, and that i could lose my life
and in this second i was living, in the middle of the ride
what a honour to be here, and to even have a life that i could lose
and i slept in the wheelchair and dreamt of blues, pinks, greys, reds,
because tomorrow I could be dead

imagine that your whole life in a room
gone, just another person in the waning of the moon
some, times i sit and try and find the feeling once again
but i’m i seem to take for granted until it meets its fucking end
from a birds eye view, a look from up above
I’m just another person who is destined for the mud
no headline for me, this is normal as can be
people live, people die, people like me
i always knew i was mortal,
i knew that going in
so why does death surprise me, when it calmly saunters in?
I can learn to take what nature thrusts in my lap
but the thing that makes me try to breathe and try and make it back
is the thought that down the road is my family and the man
who raised me as a baby is trying everything he can
and i try and reach my phone but i can’t work my hands
and i see he’s tried to call me but i can’t call him back
it’d be fine, if I knew he’d be fine
but I don’t so i have to try and stay alive

God, I know the only time that we talk
is when I ask you for a stay of my sentence in your court
I never thank you the summer, i plead in the winter
silence from your son, until he’s needing your assistance.
sorry for that, but you know it goes
I’m not a sage or a saint, i’m just a man in the throes
of losing everything he has, so i bargain my soul
for a chance to make it out and chance to make it go

I had a feeling that today might be the day
i hope it’s not, I hope it’s just another day
i guess i live with the misfit and this is
the imprint of living what i have and it’s funny
because i always wanted to be different
and now i am
but normals looking kinda good, oh to be a boring man
but the fact that i’m not means a lot
if my destiny is this, if this is all my lot
then i’ll love it till the end coz it’s the only thing i’ve got

by definition this is my fate
good, cool, okay man that sounds great
a saga just for me, my little part on stage
i can’t change the end, but i can fucking play
perform my little part to the excellence i pray
leave a little love and to leave it all in grace
and don’t pity me because we’re going to the same place