Flawed by design, and panaceas, all ineffective for me now   Ear to the door, no one can see us, eavesdropping children, deafening woe   Those building blocks, now set to tumble, and they always tumble      I regret speaking up tonight   As you endure one more apology   I can tell you're tired of dealing with me      Messed up again, slurred rambling, as I begin   To sell a world I can't buy, to just give up as we whine   Then hoping maybe in time, we'll break this selfish decline