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.