Change For Me
You said it once I know, you told me on the phone*
This shit is old as dirt, broken skin and bone.
You know the door to crack, you know the walls to show, in the room you’ve made but don’t outgrow.
When you ever gonna change for –when you ever gonna change for me?
When you ever gonna change for– when you ever gonna change for me?
The way you choose your words, dry as desert thirst– I may not seem as strong, but I lived here first.
This house is paper-thin, the glass is never full.
You know the parts to push, the strings to pull.
When you ever gonna change for — when you ever gonna change for me?
When you ever gonna change for — when you ever gonna change for me?
We rode that ride at least a hundred times, up and down, holding on, side by side.
No one wins when someone has to lose.
Is it gonna be me?
Is it gonna be you?
Can you hear me now?…
When you ever gonna change for — when you ever gonna change for me?
When you ever gonna change for — when you ever gonna change for me?