CHANGE

(album: Complex - 2019)

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

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
Change