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