When I was twenty one, I thought I'd probably find The One
I used to have a pretty good look, I walked around on stilts
I walked around like clouds
And saw people as rays of light
And then at twenty two I walked home alone in the dark
And I got lost after the bars
Got lost between the cars
So I just kept trying to leave like in a dream
I kept punching things, but my arms were too weak
To do anything but caress
And it was my funniest joke, the way I hid from the sun
I didn't like the way it let the world see so much
But in the dark things kept on falling apart
I had all sorts of cuts on my hands
And then one night at the bar I was screaming
I'm a ******* unicorn
Because I thought no one was listening
And in the dark, at the bar, in the cold and the smoke
Tainted water
I rested my head on your collarbone