The bell rings
My lockers large, I sit snug inside
The Walls are steel, cold but pad my mind
Outside there\'s a cacophony of noise
Slutty girls, Bully Boys
In here it\'s pitch black, but I like the light
Outside is my darkness, my anxiety
The final Bell tolls, like a grandfather clock
I force myself out, feels like I\'m watching my daughter board the Titanic and leave the dock
The corridors are dim
As I lumber through, lockers slam
I wish I was back in
I enter the classroom, it\'s large, attendance sparce
I take a seat at the front, unexpected?
The safety of the neglected
Tutor enters the room, a reliever, deceiver of the past
I slump into my chair, wishing I was at the rear
Embarrassed by the unwanted affair
He pouts his lips like he\'s about to suck a straw
Giving the impression he wants more
I tremble in silence
Wishing I was in Southampton on that dock\'
Davey Jones locker
Bliss Bliss Bliss