I wouldn't even be here if I didn't think I'd last
Then the air got thin and I was thinking my time would pa**
With everybody spacing out and taking the kick-out in
And they slow nod along along and on and on.
And I'm always thinking of myself; always in the past tense
And how all of my elevation is all mutual disconnection
See me? I'm always spacing out and taking the wrong sh** in
And I slow down to a slow nod along along, and I'm not done.
What do I have to do for me to convince myself and you
That I'm fading out, I'm falling down, legs giving out, head on the ground.
And me? I'm always spacing out and taking the wrong sh** in
And I slow down to a slow nod.
And me? I'm always spacing out and taking the wrong sh** in
And I slow down to a slow nod along along and on and on.