He keeps all his baggage to himself Sticks into the surface that he knows Unmovable and perfectly at home in his spiral His skin is smooth and he has jagged bones He can never reach the places that he'd like to go He wonders why he's always sat at home in silence Glue I am Glue I am Glue I am Glue I am He stands at the door and looks outside A flood of anger slowly fills his mind Disgusted he turns back and goes inside Another time He goes to the 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