I wrote a line about a ship destroyed in a storm
The imagery's nice but the story is so worn
Plus, I've never seen the sea
I'm metaphorically landlocked so I make up waves in the gutters where I walk
Like an abandoned building's walls
Can't I stand until they bring a wrecking ball?
So cut me up, tear me down
Well, my bus was so late and my tea ain't that great
You'd swear I'm the target of genocide
And yes, I've always lived in the castle
I've never gone outside
I won't blame a privileged life on the reason why I can't survive one
So cut me up, tear me down
Yes, I know that it's all relative
But these are the palest shade of blues
And they're easy to hum along to, that's how they got pa**ed onto you
I know I'm not as tough as the bricks of Aughrim Street
But I'll outlast your sails as you drown in a puddle
That's it, I swear I've had enough of this
So cut me up, tear me down