I feel like an image photocopied seven hundred times
My cheap print my faded lines
- Press down the dirty floor with all these __ ticket stubs
I'm a man I've got reasonable abilities
And I was told that there gonna be some use to me
What ever happened to the things I would reflect upon
My shape is changing, that's true
Only my second day uptown
Stuck in the elevator with the ghost of Christmas past
He's telling me just what I've lost
I jog the block as quick compressions flick around in me
But I can't seem to have joined the dots
I'm a man and I've got reasonable abilities
Trying hard to remember every part of me
Whatever happened to things I used to think about
My shape is changing, that's true
Only my second day uptown
My shape is changing, that's true
Only my second day uptown
Only my second day uptown