Not Changing

Box up your expectations

To allow the sun and dust and moss

To disguise all you saw as possible

Life is an exercise

In the art of disappointment

If you're constantly underwhelmed

Things can always be worse

I'll be better off come December

And while you're progressing

I'll be an exie

And I'll be punished for not changing

And you'll be punished for sticking around

Around, around, around, around, around, around

I've been craving to dismiss the order

Of all I know will be

Like a car crash in the country

Or a killing by the sea

I'll bе better off come Dеcember

And while you're progressing

I'll be an exie

And I'll be punished for not changing

And you'll be punished for sticking around

Around, around, around, around, around, around

I spot the words of Camus

Amongst a stack by her loo

It must be kind of fitting

To have these thoughts while shitting

I spot the words of Camus

Amongst a stack by her loo

It must be kind of fitting

To have these thoughts while shitting

I spot the words of Camus

Amongst a stack by her loo

It must be kind of fitting

To have these thoughts while shitting

I spot the words of Camus

Amongst a stack by her loo

It must be kind of fitting

To have these thoughts while shitting

I'll be better off come December

And while you're progressing

I'll be an exie

And I'll be punished for not changing

And you'll be punished for sticking around

Around, around, around, around, around, around