Maybe I'm fading, and everyone knows it Just like I'm a ghost at the end of my rope With my better days calling, dust in my taillights Waking on cold nights, looking for blankets With no one to thank but my sorry eyes I look in the mirror, and can't quite remember If I'm any nearer than I appear or If I'm just a user, a moth in a sweater drawer Eating one thing then eating more Then dying off into the source of light Now mama I'm trying, please believe That everything's coming at, coming at me And I can't see to see It's the best that I can be, off in my sandbox Alone with my own thoughts, firing my own shots Firing like a blind man kicking up dirt Down in the trenches, can't know who I've hurt But I've got no damn shirt to lose anymore In my last nightmare, was me who was running From everyone's words like the tip of a gun Pointing in anger, what can be done But to take it a day and a day as they come Not to worry what heaven might have in store Now mama I'm trying, please believe That everything's coming at, coming at me And I can't see to see I used to be someone asleep in my own bed At home in my own head, well versed, well fed Now I'm alone, just a dog in a dog bed No one alive here to tell me that I'm not dead No one to turn to and say goodnight Now mama I'm trying, please believe That everything's coming at, coming at me And I can't see to see