Written into Changes

Vanity bonfire, red-orange glowing
Tinsel and tin tattoos into my skin
Your birthday tomorrow
Under my old balcony light

Never thought I'd say
I'll be seeing you around
This time, I'll go
Out of my way, not to drown

Fist tight
Fist tight knocking at
Your door
Fist tight

Dine under vices

Hang your own moon
Flowers for you
Dying just to bloom

I can cut up the language
Written into changes
Looking for a crack of light
To crawl my way out

This time, I'll go
Out of my way, not to drown

Cut up the language
Written into changes
Fist tight knocking at
Your door
Fist tight
Your door

Fist tight knocking at
Cut up the language
Written into changes

Fist tight knocking at
Your door
I can cut up the language
Written into changes