She chews her lips, the taste of Vaseline
Cotton stained with the stench of gasoline
She knows that a lingering touch is a good way to start, but it's never a good way to end
I want to swim in a circle
I want to tear out a page
I want hatchets to bury
I want change
He clouds his mind, the twinge of past regrets
Callous words clinging to looming sweat
He knows that a twisted tongue is a bad way to start, and it's always a good way to end
I want to swim in a circle
I want to tear out a page
I want hatchets to bury
I want change
Reading the marks of the people standing by
Pushing the songs that's why I
I want to swim in a circle
I want to tear out a page
I want hatchets to bury
I want change
I want I want
I want I want
I want
I want change