He grips all his baggage to himself Sticks him to the surface that he knows Unmovable and perfectly at home in a spiral His skin is smooth but he has jagged bones He can never reach the places that he'd like to go You wonder why he's always sat at home in silence Glue I am glue I am glue I am glue I am glue He stands at the doors and looks outside
A flood of anger slowly fills his mind Disgusted, he turns back and goes inside another time He goes to kitchen and he cries With shaking hands he grabs the nearest knife Lets out a breath as it sinks in his side, oh what a mess Glue I am glue I am glue I am glue I am I am glue I am glue I am glue I am glue I am