I remember, the sickness was forever I remember, the snow videos Old Septembers, the distances we covered The fistfights on the beach, the busiest round us of Do it all again next week, an embryonic love The first time that it's scarred, embarrass yourself for someone Crying like a child, and the boy you kicked Tom's head in Still bugs me now, that's the thing, it lingers And claws you when you're down I was far too scared to hit him, but I would hit him in a heartbeat now That's the thing with anger, it begs to stick around So if he flees you of your beauty, and leave you spent without your lover Makes you hurt the ones who love you If you hurt them like they're nothing If you hurt them like they're nothing If you hurt them like they're nothing See I spent my teens enraved, spiraling in silence And I armed myself with a grin, cos I was always the *** joker Buried in the humour, amongst the white noise Boys, boys, locked the room, told the lads, lads Drenched in cheap drink and snide vibes A mirrored picture of my old man Oh God, the kid's a dumbass Can't he turn up, but he looks sad God, the kid looks so sad She said the dead, the dead, the dead So I thought about shifting gear And now she wept and wept and wept But luck came down on her I see my mother, DWPC number She cries on the floor with comfort 17 going under, 17 going under 17 going under 17 going under 17 going under