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 conspire
To 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!
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Change!
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
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
Dum, dum, da-da, da-da-dum
Dum, dum, da-da, da-da-dum
Dum, dum, da-da, da-da-dum
Dum, dum, da-da, da-da-dum
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’ve changed
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!
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Change!
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Change!
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Change!
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da