A Psychic Wound

Tied to the pulse of the sea

Wake me up from drooling on my shoulder
To watch the Teignmouth waves go rolling by the window
Is it a glorious view unless you say so?
Unto the belly of a beast where we can lay low
I can see his rotten toothbrush in the bathroom mirror selfie
They say put him down, a sickly dog, but competition's healthy
Coffee rings, a perfect circle, I appreciate the beauty
Do you still have that one tattoo?
That's how it works, of course you do

It's a psychic wound you can't conceal
Closing, opening, never heals
It's a cosmic cheque you never cashed
Curse the Universe for what you lack
I try to forget it, it comes back to me
Tied to the pulse of the sea

Broke down blubbing at the pharmacy, begging the doc to dispense to me
It once was ours but now it's mine, these things get better over time
Love life living as a stalking horse
Guinea-pig-headed I'm a martyr of course
If you're not the one that's leaving
You're the one that's left behind

You can buy your hopes and dreams now, at the affiliate link
Selling back the solidarity they got given as a gift
They're calling themselves artists
While they're lapping up the paint they've spilt
Exist with Jester's privilege, secular girls with Catholic guilt

It's a psychic wound you can't conceal
Closing, opening, never heals
It's a cosmic cheque you never cashed
Curse the Universe for what you lack
I try to forget it, it comes back to me
Tied to the pulse of the sea

I try to forget it
Tied to the pulse of the sea
Yeah, I try to forget it, it comes back to me
Tied to the pulse of the sea