Fishbowl

I think I'm spinning out I think I'm caving in I keep on hoping for something that's real I'm holding, holding on to myself A little bit of this, a little bit of that Yeah, I'm a Mickey man, I'm mistaken for a rat But I'm no longer around And like a little boy headed for a trap I shake my shoulders off looking at a map But I'm no longer around I think I'm spinning out I think I'm caving in I think I'm hoping for something that's real I'm holding on, holding on to myself Yeah, I think I'm going down I think I'm coming out I keep on hoping for something that's real I'm holding on, holding on to myself And I'm holding on, holding on might as well A little bit of this, a little bit of that (uhum) Yeah, I'm a Mickey man, I'm seeking for a ride But I'm no longer around And I'm no longer around Yeah, I think I'm spinning out I think I'm caving in, yeah I keep on hoping for something that's real I'm holding on, holding on to myself Yeah, I think I'm going down I think I'm coming down I keep on hoping for something that's real I'm holding on, holding on to myself I'm holding on, holding on might as well I'm holding on, holding on What the hеll!