Changing - The Airborne Toxic Event

All these buckets of rain

I’ve heard enough about it You say that I lie

I am a gentleman

Didn’t I ask for a place I could stay?

What we were both thinking?

The next part just got in the way

You were just always talking about changing, changing

What if I was the same then, same then, the same I always was?

All these things that you say

Like I’ll forget about the mind-numbing games that you play

I am a gentleman

Didn’t I pay for every laugh, every dime, every bit, every time?

And then you feed me some line

I won’t hear one more word about changing, changing

Guess what, I am the same man, same man, same that I’ve always been

Days pass, turn into weeks, when we don’t even speak