Painting by numbers always astounds me
Do you really need numbers to know that it’s art?
Maybe it’s failing that you’re afraid of
The feeling of failure, the feeling of shame

I am used to failure by now
I am used to shame
I am used to failure by now
I am used to shame

Rules and guidelines have always bound me
Constricting and eating me from within
A mighty boa wrapping around me
A dubious serpent of stagnating sin

'Cause I am used to failure by now
I am used to shame
I am used to failure by now
I am used to shame

So alone I run

Every so often I find myself breaking
When nothing is certain, nothing at all
Maybe it’s failing that I'm afraid of
Or maybe it’s simply the fear of the fall

'Cause I am used to falling by now
I am used to shame
I am used to failure by now
I am used to shame