I wake confused and out of place
I wake a little kid
On my return the soap suds burn
And foam the way they did
How weird to mourn
When all my bones
Are still intact and moving?
I'll cut my hair
Under the moon
I'll know, then
What I'm doing
I'll know, then
What I'm doing
Stretching through the doorways, thin
And floating down the staircase
Turning into sheet and Ink
And haunting my next decade
Strange to mourn the overgrown
You've chopped and slid away
The mirror will recall the things
You're losing every day
How weird to mourn
When all my bones
Are still intact and moving?
I'll cut my hair
Under the moon, and
I'll know, then
What I'm doing
I'll know, then
What I'm doing
Changing
Changing
Changing
I am
Changing
Changing
Changing
I am
(All the ways that I forget)
Changing
(All the ways that I recall)
Changing
Changing
(When the sun comes up I'll bet)
I am
Changing
(I'm where I'm at, afterall)
Changing
Changing
(All the ways that I forget)
I am
Changing
(All the ways that I recall)
Changing
Changing
(When the sun comes up I'll bet)
I am
Changing
(I'm where I'm at, afterall)
Changing
Changing
(I'm where I'm at, afterall)
I am
