Counting the Changes

I'm getting forced away from the right time and right place You say you swear you hear my name more often than you see my face I'm still wide awake lying on the mistake you made Every time you had the chance to walk away But you carry on Counting the changes And although you're wrong If you want to test my patience Please do Cause when my sleeves run out of room for my demise I'll just wear my heart on my shoulder Please choose 'Cos at some point down the line I'll realise There's not much hope but I'll still be holding out With the contingent selection Of equivocations and the words you chose In which my answers are questioned But tell me if I just let this go Would you carry on Counting the changes And although you're wrong If you want to test my patience Please do Cause when my sleeves run out of room for my demise I'll just wear my heart on my shoulder Please choose Cause at some point down the line I'll realise There's not much hope but I'll still be holding out I'll still be holding out