CHANGE

I like listening to you with my fingers in my ears
 I like crying quietly and then siphoning my tears
 Into the roots of flowers
 I'll do it for hours
 Until I am tired
 That's when I can spot
 Change
 To rearrange my dotty mind
 To grow
 To do all the things that you won't
 No
 I like touching my own mind with my fingers in my mouth
 I like teething with romance, all these things they help me out
 I get into the shower
 I cry there for an hour
 That's how I solve my problems
 I wash away the dour
 Change
 To rearrange my dotty mind
 To grow
 To do all the things that you won't
 Change
 It's sticky in between my limbs
 You say
 "Please get that shit off of my skin"
 Change
 Change
 I do not like dictators
 My finger's on the fader
 The game ain't in my favour
 Yeah, but I change that later
 Maybe you're not a saviour
 She won, congratulate her
 Your juvenile behaviour
 Makes me respect you less
 Dust the cobwebs off, let's begin
 Bust out wooden sword, that's the spirit
 'Cause I can't not change
 Yes, I may be soft, that's the thing
 When you fling your rocks, they just spring
 Yeah, I hope you change
 Change
 To rearrange my dotty mind
 To grow
 To do all the things that you won't
 Change
 It's sticky in between my limbs
 You say
 "Please get that shit off of my skin"
 Change
 Change
 Change
 Change
 Change