Getting a little bit erratic here
And I don't know who to trust
I guess they got a way of reading my mind
I guess I've got to adjust
I've got my arms a-flip-flop-flip-flop-flip
I got my head on spring
And I thought I got you on my side
I haven't got fuckin anything
[Chorus:]
I'm just a face in the crowd
Nothing to worry about
Not even trying to stand out
I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller
I got nothing to say
It's all been taken away
I just behave and obey
I'm afriad im starting to fade away
I can hardly see through the cracks (when I press up on the wall)
I'm not looking to stand up real high (I'd be happy to crawl)
I think I'm loosing my grip (but I can still make a fist)
You know I've still got my one good arm and I can beat
I can beat myself up with it!
[Chorus]
Hey, and for what it was worth
I really used to believe
That maybe there's some great thing
That we could achieve
Now I can't tell the difference
Or know what to feel
Between what I've been trying so hard to see,
And what appears to be real
Fading away [x4]
My world is getting smaller everyday
(And that's ok)
[repeat fade out]
