If it was a change

It was not a change of pace

It’s the way it looks

It’s an ever-changing face

And neck, and head

The spinal cord, the arms and legs

The reason that you left

It never made much sense

I don’t mind

I’ll go waste my time

Music, weed, I’m all alone

Spending hours on my phone

I don’t m-m-m-mind

I’ll be doing fine

In a week, or month, or year

I’ll be doing better than I am here

Better than I am here

Said I was a snake

Said I never told the truth

Well some of that was fake

But I guess that some of it was true

I never told you where I was or what I did

And all the things I hid…

I guess I lied

(Sometimes)

I don’t mind

Emergency line

Goes without a single call

Even when you take a fall

I don’t m-m-m-mind

I’ll be doing fine

I don’t think I’m thinking clear

I have not seen a single good thing here

Better than I am…

You weren’t there the last time I came through

If it wasn’t me it had to be you

You would try to keep a good distance from me

But I was the one that feared intimacy

Now can’t you see

I’m at a dead end

Go away!

Get, out

Get, out!