On the corner with an open hand Oh i was a vessel with no place to land Was crushed like a powder, little grains of sand, i would Start a hurricane to state my case And watch all the water running down your face As fickle as a feather making figure eights i was I was a waste But all of that's over No never again I am corrected Just state your demands Out of the blue With a wide angle lens Oh you got me actin' like a grown up man Yeah you got me actin like a grown up man Like a junky on a window ledge i never planned to take that final step You showed me the pattern, i was too far inside my head Didn't think it would end Yeah but all that's over No never again I am corrected Just state your demands Out of the blue With a wide angle lens Oh you got me actin' like a grown up man Yeah you got me actin like a grown up man You got me eating from the palm of your hands