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, Ill 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 wont
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
Thats 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!
Its 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 fingers on the fader
The game aint in my favour
Yeah, but I change that later
Maybe youre 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, lets begin
Bust out wooden sword, thats 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 youve changed
Change!
To rearrange my dotty mind
To grow!
To do all the things that you won't
Change!
Its 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