Getting Smaller

Getting a little erratic here

And I don't know who to trust

I guess they got a way of reading my mind

I guess I got to adjust

I got my arms that flip flop, flip flop, flip

I got my head on a spring

Well I thought I got you on my side

I haven't got fucking 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 have nothing to say

It's all been taken away

I just behave and obey

I'm afraid I am starting to fade away

I can kind of see out the cracks

When I press up to the wall

I'm not looking to stand up real high

I'd be happy to crawl

I think I'm losing my grip

But I can still make a fist

You know I still got my one good arm

That I can beat...

I can beat myself up with

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 have nothing to say

It's all been taken away

I just behave and obey

I'm afraid I am starting to fade away

Hey and for what it is worth

I really used to believe

That maybe there's some great thing

That we could achieve

And 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

Fade away

My world is getting smaller every day

Hey hey-hey hey and that's ok