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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!
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!