Don't Change My Mind

The walls of old Jerusalem, built on blood of kings not men
Timeless, in tact
I been singing to a ceiling fan, I been preaching to a pepsi can
Praying my voice won’t crack
Please don’t change my mind
The ghosts of this house been stealing time, and I’ve been blind til I made mine
Surely now I see
There’s a kid in a frame on the mantle with, a soft smile and eyes slightly off
the camera
No that’s not me, no longer me
Please don’t change my mind
Tonight I’ll dream of where I’ll die, where I will laugh not where I cried
When I was born
And all the things I’ve never done, and all the times I blamed my blood
No more, no more
Please don’t change my mind