Eleven eleven said the clock as I pulled it around
The foreign days and understanding
A way out would be nice,
I'll have your good advice
Went up the block
Making the scream 12 after
Some days the walls look greener
(Cause they can fetch a dime)
Hung, unsafe for days you can't be weaker waiting
And even if bugs turn into people who ask
'Are you all right? '
Say yes and smile
It's now the outcome of every day,
Weaker days await.
