Turn off the fan
If we′re to get to sleep tonight
Stop me if I startConsidering everything I might
Now that we're old enough to break what we don′t touch
If it's not clear
I'm still here
Things have not changed
Or maybe what I mean to say
This change is hard to see
In what we′re seeing everyday
You look the same, you look so good I can′t explain
But if it's not clear
I′m still here
Oh my I cannot believe the time
Someone heard it'd take an hour but, how could that be right
Oh there, I′ve adjusted to the air
Why should I explain it I just don't think that its fair
Oh god now I′m here until I'm not
I bet no one sees it
I never learned to brush it off
