Hard to know, maybe if I skimmed the stone, walk a different way back home, It would all make sense. Or shut my eyes, lose my self in teenage lies, if I fell in love a thousand times, would it all make sense? Cuz I've been feeling pretty small, sometimes feel like I'm slipping down walls, and every line I ever get a hold, seems to break. Could call you up, I could tell you just how much, no maybe I will just get drunk, And it will it all make sense. Or if weren't so nice, convince my friends that you weren't right, promise you my heart don't cry, but would it all make sense. Cuz I've been feeling pretty small, sometimes feel like I'm slipping down walls, and every line I ever get a hold, seems to break. Oh I, I've been feeling pretty small, sometimes feel like I'm slipping down walls, and every line I ever get a hold, seems to break