CHANGE - Montaigne

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