It's 2 p.m.nThe clock is screamingnFrom the walls and from the ceilingnA claustrophobic feeling as it closes on your bednBut that's okaynForget your problemsnFind solutions in this bottlenThe numbness soon to follownShould help calm your spinning headnnA crash course for disasternThe lines are well rehearsednAnd the scenery's moving fasternAnd the scars will form inside so you remembernThe crowd you grew to love will slowly grow much thinnernAnd your light on this world may seem dimmernAs the letters you wrote get stamped return to sendernnIt seems the people you once valuednHate the ones that now surround younYour stubborn nature hounds youn'Til you choose that crowd insteadnBut that's okaynYou know you need themnThey may be a dime a dozennBut you're broke and crave attentionnSo you'll take what you can get