It's one of those things
You'll watch so carefully
And never see it coming

Then it gets personal
If you take it that way
Personal describes the way

You blame it on yourself
And I never was
A part of it


These arms are folded
And these eyes are on the ground


It was too easy
There's a day on the calendar

A year from now that says
Think for yourself
I wake up to a tape recorder

That tells me to listen to a voice
That I don't believe in anymore
And I never

Want to do that again

These arms are folded

And these arms are on the ground