It didn't use to be content
It used to be art
Change can be hard
I'm getting used to it
You wouldn't call it a break-up
When you broke my heart
I said, could you break a sweat
Just a little bit?
I have so many jokes
But nothing is funny to me anymore
There are some things I need to see
Autumn dyeing the leaves
Drying concrete
When I start to feel
When I start to feel
Nothing should change, yeah
Nothing should change, yeah
Nothing should change, yeah, oh
Driving over the same potholes
From four winters ago
Like the salt on the road
I have short term solutions for eternal delusions
Back and forth, back and forth
Enough to make a child spit up
Vanity and charity
Shameless insincerity
And those are the good ones
Oh evil, evil
You kiss me with your eyes wide open
Then you hide your face from me
But there are some things I need to see
Autumn dyeing the leaves
Drying concrete
When I start to feel
When I start to feel
Nothing will change, yeah
Nothing will change, yeah
Nothing will change, yeah
