I spent my shrapnel on wine, so I could stop and unwind.
Anesthetise all the thoughts that were crowding my mind.
I sat down on a chair and started pulling out my hair,
So in my head I could check there was more than just air.
I ride my bike just to scream, I hear the sound bounce back at me.
The wind stings in my eyes and I hear the crash of the sea.
A tiring job does me good, I like the tears sweat and blood.
On basic pay - I don't care - but I know that I should.