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Change on the Floor
Well I searched and I searched, but I still can’t find,
Just where I put the past, and those past things that made me feel alright
And I constantly see at your expressions change; I look at the change on the floor
The mess on the floor, the mess all around, it’s all around, and I just can’t stop fucking around
And how badly I can’t do change, I mess up change, and if I change any more…
Well if I can accept, maybe I’ll adapt
Or I’ll just fall, I’ll fall
And you’ll still break it
Very few times, I’ve felt this cold
Ninety-two degrees and I’m still so fucking cold
Eight a.m., I must be out of my mind
And these tired eyes they just won’t hide
And the world, it just won’t put me aside
For just an hour of that life
I’d play guitar, I’d sing a song,
I’d lay with you and it would be
I wonder if my insides are noticeable
I wonder if it’s obvious how easily vulnerable I’ve become to be
I wonder if you will tell how I’ve let me get the best of me
