I'm falling out of grace with the world
They say I've lost my midas touch what turned to gold
now turns to rust
I'm falling out of line with all the stars
That flood my dreams with
their guitars and magazines
<<<*chorus*>>>
Face down this carpet
tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now
And every angle's covered with just another
(band-aid)
<<<*chorus*>>>
I'm falling out of style with the
current way things are
The things that make conforming hard
I'm falling out of control and
you just can't stop me now
I'll fight as long as time allows
*chorus*
I'm
out here way beyond a shadow of a doubt
And I know I'm never falling out of favor with you
(2x)
I won't think twice or even three times
About taking a gamble with you
Cause with my life you have been so kind
I take all my comfort from you
