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