Getting a little irradic here
And I don't know who to trust
I guess it got away (you're 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
When I thought I got you on my side
I havn't got fuckin anything

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 and
I've got nothing to say
Its all been taken away
I just behave and obey
I'm afraid of starting and 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!


And for what it was worth
I really used to believe
That maybe there was one great thing
We could achieve
Now I can't tell the difference between( I dont know what to feel)
what I've been trying soo hard to see
and what appears to be real

Fading away [x4]
My world is getting smaller everyday (and thats ok) [repeat fade out]

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