Текст Wolf Alice – September November

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