Porcupine

However having found himself incapable of enjoyment Our Hero rediscovers the value of his own instrumentality and hallucinates a way home

I’m still wondering where you are tonight

Please don’t think that I don’t care

It’s not fair to suppose

Things don’t change

You are just a porcupine and

you would never let me slide oh

I’m not well enough to decide

if I’m right