It didn't used to be content It used to be art Change can be hard I'm getting used to it We didn't call it a breakup 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 Nothing should Change Nothing should Change Driving over the same pothole From 4 winters ago Like the salt on the road I have Short term solutions For Eternal delusions Back and forth Enough to make a child spit up Vanity and Charity Shameless insincerity And those are the good ones 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 Nothing Will Change Nothing Will Change