Change

Trying to lose to you

I won by mistake

In a footrace with time of which the time I cannot replace

We were dancing in the street now I’m rubbing a kill in your face

Who am I to think I could ever change

Next time I’m born again I want to be something impressive

A tree to flower

A tightfisted martyr for my family and friends

This time next year I’ll lie

You can lie to me then

That I’m aging well

I’ve not rotted

My tree is growing branches

Who am I to think I could ever change

Who am I to think I could ever change