September November lyrics

I change my room around and the dust makes shapes in the air
One less thing to pursue , that I'll feel better if my beds an inch over there
It's change
Change so everything else is the same
You know that you had a certain taste I couldn't explain

I cut off all my hair and the clothes I couldn't wear
And I dyed it a bloody red and that uglier poison to by bed
It was change
Change where everything else is the same
You know that you had a certain change I couldn't explain

Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better

Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better

I change my room around and the dust made shapes in the air
I cried babier tears for the things I found in there
It was strange
Things that will never stay the same
Stuff is not to be thrown away, it's not a waste

Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better
Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better