Not Changing

Box up your expectations To allow the sun and dust and moss To disguise all you saw as possible Life is an exercise In the art of disappointment If you're constantly underwhelmed Things can always be worse I'll be better off come December And while you're progressing I'll be an exie And I'll be punished for not changing And you'll be punished for sticking around Around, around, around, around, around, around I've been craving to dismiss the order Of all I know will be Like a car crash in the country Or a killing by the sea I'll be better off come December And while you're progressing I'll be an exie And I'll be punished for not changing And you'll be punished for sticking around Around, around, around, around, around, around I spot the words of Camus Amongst a stack by her loo It must be kind of fitting To have these thoughts while shitting I spot the words of Camus Amongst a stack by her loo It must be kind of fitting To have these thoughts while shitting I spot the words of Camus Amongst a stack by her loo It must be kind of fitting To have these thoughts while shitting I spot the words of Camus Amongst a stack by her loo It must be kind of fitting To have these thoughts while shitting I'll be better off come December And while you're progressing I'll be an exie And I'll be punished for not changing And you'll be punished for sticking around Around, around, around, around, around, around