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.