[Drapht:]
Close to a decade of my life would fly by
School friends and I, we remain distant
They remained pissed off and twisted
Think they mad at me 'cause they didn't invite me for Christmas
Six of seven years will pass before this
And they writing on my fan page fall with
"What we do Paul for you to just ignore us?"
Before I was a fallen tree up in the forest
Didn't hear me, well until
The chorus on the radio, bellowed through those airwaves
Didn't see me fall, I hit the staircase
To stage staircase to airplane
And I ain't mad at them, I can imagine
They missing me, sometimes just listen to me
Listen to me, sometimes Glycerine
Into an open wound and it hurts, and see Perth is a small place
Know my mum's family was there from the beginning
Witnessing the conviction, listening when I needed them
Where were you? Probably sleeping in
Either that or you seem to be speaking in tongues
Some foreign language I don't understand
And you can run your mouth all you want
But I got bigger plans to be the bigger man

[Drapht