Winter, asking yourself, "is this for real now?" Barely arrived Patience, soaking in her anomalies, yeah Waiting inside She says, "God, figure it out This time yourself Tighten your pants" Always answering all his stupid questions What are they worth? Call you, powder is clotting up my bloodstream Barely alive I know I'm always around this time of night Fit to be found She says, "God figure it out This time yourself You're always alone You're always alone You're always alone You're always alone