Getting a little erratic here
And I don
I guess they got a way of reading my mind
I guess I got to adjust
I got my arms flip, flop, flip, flop, flip
I got my head on a spring
I thought I got you I my side
I haven

I
Nothing to worry about
Not even trying to stand out
I
And I have nothing to say
It
I just behave and obey
I

I cannot slip through the cracks
When I press up on the wall
I
I
I think I
But I can still make a fist
You know I still got my one good arm
I can bea

I
Nothing to worry about
Not even try to stand out
I
And I have nothing to say
It
I just behave and obey
I

For what it
Maybe there
Now I can
Know what to feel
Between what I
And what appears to be real
Fade away x4
My world is getting smaller everyday ay ay ay and that