I Can Change Lyrics
| Song | I Can Change |
| Artist | Tom Milsom |
| Album | Ephemera (Demos and Unreleased Stuff 2007?-?10) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You used to be somewhat anathema to me | |
| you were a stench you were a stool | |
| you were a succubus | |
| but further down the line | |
| I think you’ll find | |
| I can change my mind | |
| that’s not a crime | |
| and even though I don’t know why, it’s not a crime | |
| there seems to be some sort of loop | |
| surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency | |
| and in decline | |
| is anything that’s mine | |
| sitting in a shopping trolley | |
| crying over somebody you’ve seen once in the biscuits aisle | |
| and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing | |
| and I know that your’e fucked up | |
| and it’s a thing you can’t get over | |
| and it’s worthy of our tolerance | |
| but everybody’s hungry | |
| and you’ve eaten all our biscuits | |
| and I I love your bout of gluttony | |
| and even if it’s August it | |
| gets chilly in the night | |
| and we’re supposed to meet the others in the park | |
| in 20 minutes and I don’t want to explain | |
| that you’ve been crying | |
| over someone else | |
| and that’s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue | |
| all over your nice face | |
| and how you won’t even remember in the morning | |
| when it’s over and in a half an hour | |
| when your friends are all around you | |
| and your’e drinking and you’re happy | |
| and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable | |
| is the mascara that is covering your cheeks | |
| and maybe me | |
| sat in the corner | |
| when I try to catch your eye | |
| between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever |
| You used to be somewhat anathema to me | |
| you were a stench you were a stool | |
| you were a succubus | |
| but further down the line | |
| I think you' ll find | |
| I can change my mind | |
| that' s not a crime | |
| and even though I don' t know why, it' s not a crime | |
| there seems to be some sort of loop | |
| surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency | |
| and in decline | |
| is anything that' s mine | |
| sitting in a shopping trolley | |
| crying over somebody you' ve seen once in the biscuits aisle | |
| and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing | |
| and I know that your' e fucked up | |
| and it' s a thing you can' t get over | |
| and it' s worthy of our tolerance | |
| but everybody' s hungry | |
| and you' ve eaten all our biscuits | |
| and I I love your bout of gluttony | |
| and even if it' s August it | |
| gets chilly in the night | |
| and we' re supposed to meet the others in the park | |
| in 20 minutes and I don' t want to explain | |
| that you' ve been crying | |
| over someone else | |
| and that' s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue | |
| all over your nice face | |
| and how you won' t even remember in the morning | |
| when it' s over and in a half an hour | |
| when your friends are all around you | |
| and your' e drinking and you' re happy | |
| and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable | |
| is the mascara that is covering your cheeks | |
| and maybe me | |
| sat in the corner | |
| when I try to catch your eye | |
| between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever |
| You used to be somewhat anathema to me | |
| you were a stench you were a stool | |
| you were a succubus | |
| but further down the line | |
| I think you' ll find | |
| I can change my mind | |
| that' s not a crime | |
| and even though I don' t know why, it' s not a crime | |
| there seems to be some sort of loop | |
| surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency | |
| and in decline | |
| is anything that' s mine | |
| sitting in a shopping trolley | |
| crying over somebody you' ve seen once in the biscuits aisle | |
| and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing | |
| and I know that your' e fucked up | |
| and it' s a thing you can' t get over | |
| and it' s worthy of our tolerance | |
| but everybody' s hungry | |
| and you' ve eaten all our biscuits | |
| and I I love your bout of gluttony | |
| and even if it' s August it | |
| gets chilly in the night | |
| and we' re supposed to meet the others in the park | |
| in 20 minutes and I don' t want to explain | |
| that you' ve been crying | |
| over someone else | |
| and that' s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue | |
| all over your nice face | |
| and how you won' t even remember in the morning | |
| when it' s over and in a half an hour | |
| when your friends are all around you | |
| and your' e drinking and you' re happy | |
| and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable | |
| is the mascara that is covering your cheeks | |
| and maybe me | |
| sat in the corner | |
| when I try to catch your eye | |
| between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever |
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