Wondering if ill make it through    Without any red on my skin   This bedroom clock is precise and fast   Keeping up with what we had   (Its all been bad) my pillows flat   (This solid concrete) before I picture what I am      Lonely hearts in lonely rooms   Pulled down blinds and open windows   * Need failure for the best *      12 o clock and nothing new   Thinking how I got so through   Breaking up bloodshot eyes   Reminders of the art like cries   (Its all been bad) my pillows flat   (This solid concrete) before I picture what I am         I have to be standing up before you knock me down   * How you gunna do that? *