Faint in a Convenient Store (Off My Guard)

Fell off a 2 foot story building, I saw everyone surround me

Like the pain was theres to envy, I know that I'm cold

Couldn't see what I was thinking, my brain couldn't catch the landing

Thanked god that it was raining so the gloom could help preserve my soul

On the job I should be working, from next door I felt them looking

Little help now from the city, created me a clone