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]