Italia ’06

I accidentally cut my tongue
And before I had a toothache
Talking my head off
In the smoking room airport
The exhaust fan can’t keep up
Last holiday was Italia ‘06
Just after the World Cup
Sliding door didn’t recognise
Self-reflection
No diving in the hotel pool
No head-first entry
Sliding tackle, no contact
It’s already decided
I just can’t keep up

Always hard done by
Always finish last
Always in-between
Always out of luck

I push pull doors
I pull push doors
I push pull doors
I pull push doors
I tied my shoes together
Before I tripped the alarm
Figure 8, the directionless loop
Was self-sabotage
I’m all tied up
Stuck on a crossword
2 down 5 letters
Fixed in one position
So predictable
I just can’t keep up

Never allowed at the big table
Never the last to leave
Never get a word in
Never introduced

And I walked out the same way that I went in
And I walked out the same way that I went in
Always hard done by
Always finish last
Always in between
Always out of luck
Never speaking up
Never get it right
Never allowed in
Never coming back
Revolving doors
Shoulder to shoulder
I see myself
Led to nowhere
And I’m walking out the same way that I went in