When I think about myself
I think in past tense
But when I think about that
I wonder why that is
It feels exactly the same now
as it did
A long time ago
I hear my voice chanting
the same
sad mantra, calling
the same
spades
spades
So why choose then over now
To place my better days
When every day is the same
Where every sad, long day
is the same
I feel like a change is coming
But I have always felt like that
It’s only when things truly change
That it feels different
for a day
Then it’s the same
Every sad, long day
is exactly the same.