It's coming apart. I knew it would. I've seen the signs, it's quiet now. I'm thinking that it can't be good. Maybe there's still a way to be saved. Or maybe I just dreamed my dreams away. It seems there's no way up. From the bottom to the top. But I don't want to give in all I got. I want to stay. All the way dumb. Don't fill my head to the top with feelings I don't want. All the way dumb. Don't look to me for the answers, baby I've got none. It's coming down. Turned on the news. It filled my head to the top with the blues. Couldn't stand the thought of watching stupid talking heads. I took a long hard long in the mirror and I said. "Don't want to stick around to clean the wreckage off the ground" I want to stay. All the way dumb.