Текст песни Up Against The Fault

No call this morning, no sleep at all. Not getting any answers searching through telephones. Oh absence, take form. Half cold in a king size dawn. Breaking still despite the holding on. Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong? Clothes I can throw away, hair I can cut, strip or stain. Moods I promise to turn like corners and get out of my own way but on what chance can this stand? With that, half a heart in some desperate plan I dont know who it is I'm up against. Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong? Youre keeping me close and against and I think to a fault. I'll have to do something each blazing morning, burns a little slow. Is there something needs telling? Some good that I'm not doing? Provide some helpful point upon which I could fall or dont suggest anything. Its probably nothing, its nothing if no one can see that theres anything wrong.