The world's become a little too mean.
It seems like everything I do musically I tend to lose a few fans and gain a few fans, and it all kind of evens out.
I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one
My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.
As long as I can buy records and books and maybe some clothes, I'm pretty stoked. I don't need a yacht or anything.
If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake.