Things are shaping up to be pretty odd Little deaths in musical beds So it seems I'm someone I've never met
You will only hear these elegant crimes Fall on your ears from criminal dimes They spill unfound from a pretty mouth
And everybody gets there, everybody gets their And everybody gets their way I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her Now I'm the only one to blame
Things have changed for me, and that's okay I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say Things have changed for me, and that's okay…