Chewing on Tinfoil - Shaving lyrics

I've been dragging razor blades over my face for about ten years straight From the week I turned thirteen Well, yesterday I turned twenty-three Dad used to joke that he could shave with a knife I've never seen a cut on his face in all of my life I hope my skin thickens into the kind of man I want to be You're numb? Yeah, sure, I've been numb It's when you have so many choices, you end up choosing none And you're bored, I think I know the sort As long as you don't end up there as your first resort One time a drunk news presenter from RTE Took the time out of her busy night to explain to me That boredom is a pretty recent term And forty years ago, no one used the word And there is so much more than this Some people survive by the skin of their wrist And I had to let you know I saw what was basically a child propped up on stage He proceeded to say nothing in the loudest way I lock my jaw so tight, point my eyes at the ground In a futile effort to repel the sound As my mind starts to wander away It calls back just to ask me "Was I ever this way?" The chords seem so familiar, although his speech is slurred I notice we've the same shaving lines as he utters the words And there is so much more than this Some people survive by the skin of their wrist And I had to let you know Things won't be the same again At 6 AM, eight years ago I was lying in the middle of the Old Bawn Road Singing "I don't care if any cars come I won't rise before the sun."